I wear a mask
to hide my face,
to be what they want,
to please everyone else.
This mask is growing heavy
but i can't remember who it is beneath.

My body's a prison
its trapped me behind my eyes
and all i can do is watch the world pass me by
I'm stiff and catatonic
watching reality like a TV show

My body's a cage
that's ensnared my mind
telling it what it can and cant do
always holding it back
making it friends with Dunning and Kruger

I'd burn this body and move on
but I'm not sure i like the idea of this body burning
it seems so painful to leave it behind
I think I'll hold onto it a little while longer

I've always wondered
what its like
to live somewhere your whole life
to have lifelong friends
and girls you've loved for as long as you remember

But I'll never have a friend who knows me better than himself
I'll never know someone more than three years
good things come in threes
so do bad things.

I've had bad things
in terms of relationships
cause my friends tend to be distant
I've never had more than an instant
to know them and their wants and feelings

So tell me,
whats it like
to have them your whole life
I'll never know
because when i grow
and become attached,
the bonds are cut
and I'm left alone again

I sometimes want to be the rain
to feel others pain
to connect two people's feelings
and to bring forth healing

I sometimes want to be the rain
to make others feel solemn sanity
to destroy a woman's vanity
to pitter and patter on a window pane

I sometimes want to be the rain
to make a dream come true
to generate dark and stormy days
for lovers to kiss beneath me
for lovers to hide from me

I sometimes want to be the rain
to connect two peoples pain
to bring the strong to their knees in anguish
as they remember some forgotten wish
or a beloved person they'll never see again

I sometimes want to be the rain
to wash away afflictions
to heal the aches
to heal the hearts
of broken lovers

I sometimes want to be the rain
to see you again

Someone once told me the world is an ocean
and we're all islands
inhabited by our thoughts, our feelings
our wants and memories
they said there's no way to cross the ocean
to have an intimate meeting with another islands thoughts, their memories
try to cross and you'll drown he said
well I'm learning how to swim