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I sit at my window and watch the rain
My tears fall just like it but filled with pain

I think of you with so much hate
you can't make it up now, it's too late

I hate how you sit there every day
and act like you never hurt me in anyway

like rain I empty myself onto the floor
filled with self pity, self hate, self abhor

I wish i could make a deal with the hour
to stop you from this, to take back the power

to say I wish you away would be a lie
Because the truth really is i just wanna know why

so i wrote this one a LONG time ago but kept forgetting to post it how is it?
no it's not about aaron and don't ask exactly what's it's about bcus there's only 2 people in the world who know who this ones about