Sometimes I have no choice, but to race the rain,
Nothing better to do than run away from my pain...
Some people think I'm insane,
But they haven't been in my lane,
They haven't seen my heart's chain,
And they only want me for their gain,
And nobody wants me as their main.
Even as I get further away,
The rain catches up and darkens my day,
And I can't seem to get out of my way,
And then there I lay,
I can't try again, and if I did anyway,
The rain still hits me until I'm not okay.
BUT, sometimes I just choose to dance in it,
And it is hard I can admit,
Even if the rain is legit,
I can't just sit,
So I just dance, and sometimes... it's pretty lit.
On top of that, I just try to find my happiness,
Even when people couldn't care any less,
I try to run for success,
Even when I can't express.
I try to have fun,
Even when I can no longer run,
I still try to look back at what I have done.
But it will always chase me every place,
And I will still see the hate in every face.