Woah, you're as old as me?          
Yeah! We're both young too?        
Mhm, I'm ten, you are too?
Yes! Now do you have a question?
Of course. Why do people do bad things?
Because, it's an impulse. We do bad things because we have temptations.
Ahh, did you do anything bad?
Yes, as we both have.
Where's your mother, friend?
She's in the store.
My mother is probably looking for me, good bye.
The boy skips away, the other boy smiled and walked into the store.
A nearby mother scoffed,
Why does this boy talk to himself? No one was next to the coin ride. He must be insane.

erase my lies
erase the lines
erase all time
erase the day you died

i hate the rain
how it drowns my cries
i hate the thunder
it strikes too loud
i hate the lightning
how it blinds me too long
i hate the people who say get over it
it makes me fear the rain even more
i hate you who lets me cry by myself
just hold me tight and tell me a story
because i hate the rain