The end of the world came,
With the burning rain,
With the end of our love.

I could feel us drifting apart for ages,
Like the characters in the printed pages,
That I read in bed before falling asleep,

All alone in the middle of the night,
When you should have been at my side,
Loving, comforting, just present.

It has been so long since that was the case,
When my books did not fill the place,
That once was yours,

But despite seeing all the signs,
I dismissed them all as lies,
Until you told me that you were leaving,

That your love for me was dead,
That your heart grew as cold as our bed,
That you had no reason to stay.

The end of the world came,
With the burning rain,
With the end of our love.