I used to think that with outh him there would be no sun after rain
No hapiness after pain
Without him there would be no joy forever more
The world would be but a bore

But now I see how blind I used to be
Loving him was never meant for me
You see, after him there was no rain for the sun to come after
No pain before the hapiness and laughter
After himthere was joy forever more
And the world was everything but a bore!