It's almost a sign that you were right,
About everything you said.
But I can't accept that.
So I'll just stop trying,
Knowing full well that When I say that I'm lying.
But it doesn't matter.
What if I told you,
That when you went away, the sun stopped rising?
Wouldn't you call that a sign?
This food on my plate,
Doesn't taste the same now that I eat.
But thin wasn't working, anyway.
What if I told you that the frail one was me?
You were a destroyer,
But are you tough enough to come back?
What if I got on my knees and asked?
Wouldn't you call that a sign?