The Man Who Is Not

I've said it before, But it seems you didn't understand, So I showed you once more, As I gently took your hand. I won't speak in riddles, Or try to guess what's possible, My arms are open, my heart is liable. The cost of knowing the truth, Is the pain that it may bring, But if I don't have you, If I can't hold you, I'm lost in everything. Lost in the midst of the rain, My pain increases, As it taps its sad refrain, It's hard to accept that all I do Won't make you see me as I see you. This is a fact that is plain, And I'm sorry for it, That all I am is sad and whatnot For I am, The man who is not.