Own Little Rain Cloud

I bite my lip,

And close my eyes,

As you tell me,

Not to lie.

You say you want the truth,

But I can hear you pain.

I look up,

As my personal little cloud,

Begins to rain.

I've told you the truth,

A dozen times,

But every time I know,

You think it's a lie.

I don't blame you,

Just as you don't blame me,

But I want you to believe,

Me when I say;

That everyday I wake up,

My first thought is of you,

And even as I dream,

You are the only thing I ever see.