Eye Of The Storm

Im caught in the eye of the storm,
Nowhere to turn, no one to keep me warm.
All over Im drenched in rain,
Standing in a puddle, trying to ignore all the pain.

I know that my past is not what my future holds,
But now Im starting to freeze from the cold.
Someone calls my name, Is that him? I wonder.
But the voice fades and all I hear is thunder.

I looked at my watch, which says twelve thirty,
Im still waiting for his arrival, Im starting to worry.
Im thinking, is he hurt?
I doubt he comes, boy does he got some nerve.

I start to walk back home,
A place where I'll still be alone.
I'll just lay in my bed,
And wait for what lies ahead.