Tears are like
a bittersweet rain,
they fall for love
and they fall for pain.

My tears they fall
because the pain is so great,
my tears they fall
because of the hate.

The pain it comes
and the pain it goes,
almost like the sun
when it starts to snow.

The snow it melts
and turns into water,
the water then leaves
as the days get hotter.

As the days grow hotter
the more we have pain,
as we wish for a breeze
or a drop of rain.

The clouds they come
like the sky is in pain,
and that is how tears
are like a bittersweet rain.