Drying myself in the rain...

Tired of fear, sick of lies;
Tired of nights filled with long, lonesome cries.
Sick of hurt, tired of pain;
Sick of drying myself in the rain.

Afraid of love, scared of letting others see my tears;
Afraid to let the world see my fears.
Scared of heart-felt talks, afraid to show what is inside;
Scared to find that person in whom I can confide.

Longing for love, searching for romance;
Longing to find someone with whom I'll share that dance.
Searching for peace, longing for that smile,
Searching for the person who will walk with me that lonely mile.

Finding no peace, waiting for my love to find,
Finding no answers to ease my mind.
Waiting for him, finding nothing too soon,
Waiting for the rose of our love to bloom...