I was out of the rain for a moment, only to trip back into the puddle. I'm beginning to think you pushed me back, away from what we had going for us. Take your time, push me back little by little until we're both standing in the middle of the storm soaked to the bone.
All I have to say to you is that you're far to indecisive. Indecisive and headstrong were never meant to be lovers. I'm walking back into the storm against the bullets of rain, you can turn and walk with them.
I'm not quite ready to see your face again after you left me stranded in the swirling currents.
