As she gazed into my eyes, I'd been distracted
I couldn't see her intent, didn't know the facts
She had a look on her face of being convinced
In that moment I was broken by my existence
Looking back upon my mess, I ask if she knew
If my brokenness told her my was heart true
But she stood up, left a tip, then left the room
Silent in my foolish thought, my life in ruins
What could her sweet gaze have meant to me
To one emptied of his hope and his dreams
And in the emptied life I've lived, I wonder
Why my empty life is always raining with thunder
