I Blame Riley For The Way I Write

There's a girl
She's sitting
Waiting
On your porch
In the rain
Drops are falling
Dripping from her eyes
They could be rain drops
Or maybe
They're tears
Are you going to
Take that chance
She's such
A pretty girl
You're thinking
But do you want to face,
The wrath
Your demons caused
I thought not
Pretty girl
Will watch you
As you turn away
Letting her
Cry alone
In the rain