I'm alone,

sitting with my broken glass.

My four walls

follow me through my past.

I was on a Paris train,

I emerged in London rain.

And you waiting there,

swimming through apologies.

I remember searching for the perfect words.

I was hoping you might change your mind.

I remember a soldier standing next to me,

riding on the metro.

I was smiling as you took my hand.

Saw the moon,

we spoke in France.

You were passed the shallow word

Years have passed and still the hurt

You were passed the shallow word

Years have passed and still the hurt

I can see you now,

smiling as I pulled away...

SO-RRY!

I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand.

"I'll love you always" filled my eyes.

I remember the night we walked along the Seine,

riding on the metro.

I remember a feeling coming over me.

Then the soldier turned and walked away.

Fuck you

for loving me,

riding on the metro!