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I walked home in the rain tonight,
Quite alone, quite distant from everyone.
I was singing,
And only a stange man heard me.
He smile, and I think he laughed,
But not at me. With me. At myself.
You have me so confused,
And you've had me so.
It's all I can do to think about it,
And more than I can do to ignore,
The very essence of you.
Floating, drifting,
In my mind like a breeze,
Touching, and chilling,
I feel the goosebumps.
Maybe it's just the rain.
You also went home alone tonight,
I saw you run off, through the rain,
As if you didn't want...
Didn't want my company.
I won't let it bother me,
Yet it already has, and is, and does.
Didn't I promise myself not to fall?
To not love,
To not care.
To let myself be snatched away,
Because no strings tie me down.
As quickly as you tie strings to me,
I try to sever them,
And in doing so,
Sever the strings of my heart,
On which the most beautiful music I have ever known,
On which that music is played.
It amuses me to know I am so human,
That another human can tie me down.
Even when I do not know anything,
Not even her simplest feeling for me,
If she cares, if she loves.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
As Matt said, if she is the one,
She will still be when I return.
I just know what I feel,
And despite how hard I fought it,
The feelings still became me,
Loved me, courted me, enthralled me,
They are tender and true, and real.
And they are just what I feel.
I wish I could tell you I love you,
You just wish I would.