-You're not what I want-
In the pouring rain I cry, my clothes get drenched and won't get dry.
I think of you and begin to fear, all the things that won't seem clear.
You told me you love me, and I told you what I see.
A fake false man standing there, not caring enough to even share.
You catch up to me and grab my hand, my love for you used to be so grand.
I let go knowing you're not what I want, feeling so sure you're here just to taunt.
I want the real you back in my arms, working each and every one of your charms.
I need you to reassure me that you've got my back, and would never dare leave me on a dark wooden track.