| Crouching upon a forlorn rooftop the wind tugs at my cape, telling me to go away from here. But my heart still says "I love you," Even as its wracked and wringed until its blood seeps out of it. And though you've left me now and I know that I can never get you back, the fact remains that at the end of the day, as I lie crouched upon that rooftop in the rain alone... I still love you. |