The rain pours down around us. Who are you? What have I done! This is odd. I can't explain it. Go away, I miss you too much. Stop being so nice. This niceness is not good for our friendship.
Floods in basements. Floods in a streets. Floods in my heart. This is not a movie with happy endings. This is my life....broken dreams line the street.
I hope that you will return or even care a little. You care but why? Do you feel sorry for me? There is no need to care. I can look after myself quite well. I can do this! Do you see me needing you? No. I don't! God created me perfectly independent of you. Nevertheless, it will never change the way I feel about you: confused beyond belief.
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