i stood alone
beneath the blinking
umbrella in hand
waiting out a storm.
i could pretend
you'll come for me,
but i know you won't.
that's not your style.
the rain is falling hard now
and the wind is blowing harsh now.
but i'm still alone;
i admit defeat, baby,
i've given up on you,
and the light finally flickers out.
i'm tired of being the one to wait,
the one to hurt, the one to cry.
tonight, i'll toss my umbrella away,
like the way i threw your love away.
i'll let the rain wash it down the drain
and i'll dance under moonlight.
baby, let's pretend that you and i
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