My love, why did you have to take that train?
And leave my heart split in vain.
You left before I could register the pain,
And ripped my heart from my chest, what did you gain?
Did all those days we spent in the rain
Mean nothing to you at all? My heart was slain.
Keeping you here kept me sane.
Was there a reason you couldn't explain?

Oh how I hate the date April six
I dread the dreams of your awful tricks.
The stub of your train ticket had me transfixed,
In a daze of insane unrequited love conflicts.
The awful rain pitter pattered along a wall of bricks
And my heart melted from the flame of your candle wicks.
I couldn't stand the way the picture on my wall depicts
My love for you and your treacherous conflicts.

Now I won't ride the train or even a bus
And I complain and whine and I cause a fuss,
Whenever I see the rain of death I mistrust.
And my friends say that someday we'll need to discuss,
All the reasons you left that day you caused such a ruckus
They always hated how you treated me and cussed.

I guess that they're right it's good that you're gone,
That you left in the night, and I awoke at dawn.
But I thought that I was a brilliant co-con
I was the brains of the deal and you the brawn.
You corrupted me but I hated to see you gone
I now cannot ride the wheels you escaped on.
You were bad for me and it was bad for me to hang on
How could I love the beatings I could count on.

And you cheated everyone so why do I miss you?
I'm complaining about the time I lived in shades of black and blue,
But I'm also complaining about how I wish I could kiss you
When I should really be dreading when I next remember you
And you come back and haunt me again cause that's what you do.
But I know that won't happen anymore now that you
Have turned into just another drop of morning dew.

You shouldn't have left me, not because of that pain,
But because of the pain I went through the train,
You hopped on had crashed in the cold and the rain,
And you died, and they found your toxic treats on the window pane.
And you were bad to me and your influence left a stain,
Of consequences under my name
But also your blood on the seat of that train.