When we broke up, you said you'd always love me. Always, you said, always we'd be friends. But soon I saw you wanted nothing of me, And then I understood that's how it ends. You said, "Well, it's much harder than I thought." I guess it's always easier to lie. You said, "Well, ask me anything you want." But I was much too frightened to ask why. I guess it doesn't matter why we failed, Or why I love you after what you've done, Or why the harshest truths must be unveiled After the last train has come and gone. I miss you and I love you, even though What happened lies too deep for me to know.