I remember my mother once told me "this storm will past, every storm pass"
as I was growing up I started to love rain
the way it smells
how everything is quite and cold
after and in between
but when it rains I either get sick or start to cry
it's like my body cannot handle it
you're a constant storm pouring on me
you're the rain that won't pass but also the smell of it
the sense of cold becoming a part of me
tonight it's raining
tonight it's you again
and again
and again
I will paint this walls with my tears
or sit on the floor hearing you falling on the roof
like I'm falling everyday
I'm feeling tired and sick
and I want to cry
but I can't make you go away
I want rip my chest open cause there's rain in there too