I saw him for the first time in the rain and I wanted to whisper his name

The very next day I passed by the bus stop, there he was, but it wasn’t the same

And I stood and I stared, wondering if he could ever care about someone like me,

So I walked away, hoping he might stay, just a little bit longer in my dreams…

Maybe in time, I’ll think of a line, or be more inclined to talk to him

Just a moment in time, where he could be mine, my dream’s wearing thin

They called his name, and she was to blame, for taking him away from here…

If only he turned, and glanced in return, he might want to hold me near…

But I was alone, broken and torn, left in the rain to mourn that day

I wish I had told him, I wanted to hold him, but I didn’t know what to say…

Lost on that street, feeling so weak, by the bus stop I knew, he was my world

I’ve never felt colder, they patted my shoulder and said, “Better luck next time girl…"