It stings to open my closet door and see that outfit hanging there, My carefully selected attire that I never got to wear. It hurts to view the tidy room I cleaned the day before, When no one came to visit and see my spotless carpet floor.
I sigh at my reflection because it shows I really tried, With my face clean, hair kept, and blemishes I tried to hide. I pay a toll of sadness when I step inside my car, Because despite a full tank of gas I never traveled to where you are.
So I wrinkle my clothes and dirty my room all out of spite. I smear my mirrors and drive endlessly into the darkness of the night. I prepared to succeed, yet succeeded at failing and somehow couldn't see That my countless preparations were wasted on something never meant to be.