Alone at home with my antiquated algorithm 
Rework the theory of my love
Try to get in tune with her rhythm of wisedom

She washes away with the monsoon rain
Has misplaced her affection again
As I see her suffer from another's game

Another man's insincere trust 
Shrouded in his shades of lust

Wishing her rain would come for me in someway
Wash me out of this sea of regret 
Back to when we met that muggy sunny bright day

With this peaceful pleasure she has provided
I'm unafraid of the images I've seen
So longs as she's happy I'm fine being divided