Would you open your door if the rain came pouring down on me?
Would you let me inside and protect me from this storm?
Would you leave me there in the cold?
Would you turn away, like you have done before?
Is it sad that i don't know the answers?
Is it bad that I'm doubting my best friend?
Do you want me here, or should i just go away?
Do you want me here, or am i free to release myself from the pain?
