Standing still in the rain,
Watching the colors wash away.

There's nothing left to say,
But when there was, it was a good day,

Because how many times can a heart love, lose, and love
Until it unravels trust?

Until the hope is dust,
Until the soul says I am done?

How many times can a heart say goodbye,
Three, four, five, it hurts every time,

So for anyone else
And for myself,

I'll keep my distance so there’s no more hurt,
I can't keep my heart a prisoner no more.