The music was playing, but there was mud in my ears.
Staring down at the floor in a sad mood, following the shadows of the passing people.
It was raining outside, I needed a shelter, and a coffee cup to ease my pain.
We should've never split up like this.
I left you bleeding, heartbroken, and I ran out injured from that china vase you threw at me.
Cheating on you with your best friend was a bad move.
It's not my fault darling, I think.
The devil called my name that afternoon. I grew nameless, a skin salve.
I'm hollow on the inside, like that vase you threw at me today.
The night is about to dismiss. The people were leaving the coffee shop, I will disappear into the crowd, covering my shame within the layers of the breathing souls.