I walk as fast as the rain falls harder,
Waiting for your call, a message,
for you to come over.
To kiss me, to hold me,
and tell me,
'Baby, it’s gonna be alright.'
—'Baby, we'll make it!'
Tell me I’m the one. Make me yours.
Tell me what I want to hear —
'Wait for me, I’m on my way.'

I hold on to you still.
In my dreams, we’re a fairytale,
But as soon as I wake, you fade away.
That’s all it will ever be— a dream.
I realise, as time goes by,
You won’t call me,
Won’t hold my hand,
Won’t let me into your heart.
But what you do is lead me on,
Only to let me down so badly.
I love you so, I cry into the rain.

Baby, can you hear me?
Desperately calling out your name.
And you'll never hear it.
Because all you are is a poem you'll never read.