Feel like im always outside your window looking in.
I knock on the door, hear you moving inside, but never an answer.
Seems like you want me outside, even tho its not what you say.
I notice the subtle changes, but you say there arent any.
I feel alone outside, ill never have the key to this lock.
Try as I might the door will never open to my touch.
As I stand there afraid, I realize that maybe just maybe I am right.
What if you dont want me in, just want to know someone is at your door.
So I stand here and wait, hoping, that maybe its all in my head.
I can only stand so much of the rain tho, and there is no shelter outside.
I stand here and watch, rain clouds drawing ever so close.
Maybe the door will remained locked, but still i wait hoping and praying