The raindrops fall outside the window,
Like the love seeping from my heart.
You walk down the hall to pick her up,
Yet it is I you should be getting.
One night you knock on my door,
I figure you were asking where she is.
When I open the door quietly,
You are standing with roses and candy.
These are not for her you say,
They are really for you.
Yet when I reach for you,
You fade away into her clutches.
I can see you love me,
Yet her barbs are deep in your heart.