It’s a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain, as if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain. It’s a cold thing you never know all the ways I tried. It’s a hard thing faking a smile when I feel like I’m falling apart inside. There’ll be no last chance to promise to never mess it up again. Just the sweet pain of watching your back as you walk, as I’m watching you walk away. And I’m helpless sometimes, wishing’s just no good, cause you don’t see me like I wish you would.