The cloudy days would stay for a while,
yet I'd still ask you to be with by my side.

I'd bite my lip in frustration from the sharp pain of rain,
The constant burns of thunder within my cloudy skies.

My smile becomes scarred from the countless cloudy days,
pressuring my happiness to become different then its usual way.

Asking for help begins a funnel of water,
dripping down into a large lake of regret.

Though I won't ask for you help to drown it all out,
but promise me you'll stay for a while longer.