How does the sky know I miss you? Has it found a way to read my mind because every time I think of you it always seems to rain?
How do I manage to maintain my rough countenance and undisturbed facade? When the sky screams I know not what to do. Where do I run? Can you even hear me at all?
They say there is a god above and they say a devil resides below, but which way is your soul?
I don't know.
I don't know where I'm fit to be.
Can you hear me?
Can anyone?
I'm screaming with the sky and the rain pouring from my eyes.
Can you hear me at all?