Happiness was our delusion
and what a beautiful delusion it was...
but it didn't last
did it?
our destinies were never meant to be intertwined

If only we knew then what we know now
the time we would not have wasted...
the heartache we would not have had to endure

All we have now are the things we least want...
the leftovers...
the scars
of our love,
our hope,
our truth

The rain tells a story not everyone can read
Sometimes its short
Sometimes its long
Depends on what you choose to see
It can tell you of a girl who weeps with sadness for a lost love
Or of a man who weeps of joy for true love
It can tell you of a kiss pure as snow
Or a smile as sly as the devil
Listen to the rain
Listen to its story