When did you decide, that you no longer loved her?
Was it in the quiet of the night,
when your worries chased off slumber.
Did you decide then
because you could not tell her.
Not when she could read your eyes
as well as you can predict the weather.
Just like the other night when you looked into her eyes and saw the clouds gather,
their rumbles asked why but you could not answer.
Run away, run away, it's the only choice you'd rather.
Is that why they call you the weatherman? Because you can never tell whether or not you still love her?
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