Thanks For Not Coming
I'm waiting in the rain.
I hold my umbrella and keep my loving hopes,
though I know nobody will come...
I feel inside.
The rain makes all around looks so blue...
I just feel blue inside.
Can you see the sadness in my eyes?
It's not the raindrops.
It can be called loneliness, if you want it.
I see a boy,
and he holds the hand of his girl,
and they face the cold together,
and she rests her head on his shoulder,
and they feel safe,
I can see it.
And that's why I'm so fucking envious!
Thank you all I give my attention in vain.
Thanks for not coming.
Happiness doesn't fit with rainy days like today.
I'm still waiting in the rain.
My body is tired, wet, nobody will come.
I just decided I shall give up.
It's not so bad.
That's how I end:
alone, and cold, and sad.