-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.