Pouring down from the crying sky
the tears from heaven and angels songs
illuminate my face and mask my pain
that's why I so dearly love the rain

I can feel worthless and I still do
I can be dried up and misused
I can walk out onto the rain
and let all of that leave my brain

thoughtlessly wet, and consumed with a macabre happiness
I don't understand what you'd expect
Me to forget all the scars in my side
I would if I could but the wounds haven't died.

I can't bandage what I can't see
and I can't control what others, and even what I did to me.
I can control how I respond to pain,
I just walk into the deep thoughtless rain