Dry Out

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"I won't say I love it's too late.
I won't say I love if you don't."-Gavin James

I am tired
Of every single one of you
Must be manufactured together
There is no difference
Everyone of you is the same

I kick myself
Because the rain won again
Falling beautifully from the sky
Stupidly I ran out to dance
Now I'm freezing cold

Still though
The next spring shower
I will run to dance in the rain
Thinking it will be different
But it is not

Every time I fall
For that face
That touch and those eyes
That smile that laugh that everything
I fall for it

I thought it would be different
But then she came
And she didn't dance
She kept on walking away
You followed her because she was new

I have come to realize
That storms follow me
No matter what
So it made me wonder
Maybe I'm a storm too

I thought you were different
Because your face and your touch
Your eye and your smile
Your laugh your everything
I loved it

But you loved her
Because she didn't dance
She was going places
You wanted to go places too
Left me to dry all by myself

After I had dried however
After I was so close to okay
You returned
With her
And it hit me

Your face your eyes was hers
She got your smile and your laugh
Your touch and your everything
It was hers
And it killed me

Because I had seen you first
When everyone was frightened
Of your thunder and lightning
When everyone had gone
I danced in the rain

I stayed
And I danced
But you chose her
That's how it ends
You chose someone who wasn't me

You are just like all of them
Stop raining on people
If you have every intention
Of letting them dry out
Alone

I am tired
Of dancing in the rain
Only to be left freezing cold
With no one to dry me off
Left all alone

I'm so tired
Of trying to make it work
I'm just done
So done with these games and tricks
Take your smile your laugh and leave

I can't take it
Rain on somebody else
Because I'm done dancing
My feet hurt
And I'm so so cold

You were just like the others
Stop raining on people
If you have every intention
Of letting them dry out
Alone

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