So it was right there, that specific moment; you biting on your lower lip, and your eyes dropped to the floor for a split second; and I knew it already that I can't have you, and it was all just a bad dream.

You said I was crazy, and smelled too sweet for you. I cried. What else I could do when you decided to slap me and leave me in the rain, hanging, all by myself.

I wish I could wake up, but I am still standing here soaked in the rain, waiting for your return.