so angry with yourself that you forgot about them, it drove you insane.
the rain was coming down so heavy, soaking into the leather drop by drop.
you knew they would never quite fit the same, you wanted the rain to stop.
i wonder sometimes if you get as mad about what you did to me as you did to those gloves.
making me weather the storm of being left behind, it was more like a tornado that went through my mind.
tumbling over and over, wondering and questioning...was i not good enough?
or was it all just a lie? 