Rain on the roof.
Just had a fight with her, she's being mean again for reasons that don't really have to do with me.
Rain on the roof.
I miss him most at times like this. The thought, the hope that things would not have been the same with you.
Rain on the roof.
I cry as I pretend I have my arms around me again. Protecting me from the world.
Rain on the roof.
Would it have been any better with you? Who knows. Maybe it's me, maybe it's always been me?
Rain on the roof.
Maybe it's time for me to go out in the rain and experience life without her anger and without his arms...