Standing by myself before gates of open sky, There she stands in front of me looking right into my eyes. Open plains but I know the rain might just pour down, So I stay hidden away under my umbrella. Every answer is empty not caring what we do, Whatever you want I promise I'll be content. It's not a lie, no not all I just want to be your doll, But I am locked in my emotion umbrella can't even feel the rain. Never a chance of getting wet or misstep because I am protected from the pain.
Anything I want next time? How about you get me out of this thing? I don't need any promises any more, Meet me at the door. Because I can't walk in there with my emotion umbrella.