The pain that I feel, deep down inside,
Is taking me for a wild ride.
It's eating at my heart,
And tearing me apart.
I just want to die in bed,
What if I hold this gun to my head?
Could it hurt my then my pain?
Will it blow out my brian?
Would I go to heaven or hell?
This won't turn out well.
I'll put down the gun,
But I'll try to run.
I'll run away from my pain,
And stand in the rain.
Let it wash away the hurt in my heart,
Let it rip out my heart.
And wash it clean in the rain,
To get rid of the pain.
That hides in my heart,
And tears my apart.
Once I go home,
I'll be all alone.
The pain will be gone,
The weight of the pain will be gone.
Washed away in the rain,
Washed down the drain.
I can be happy and without shame,
But pain cannot be tame.
It will come back to coat your heart,
And will try to tear you apart.
Just stand in the rain...
And let it wash away your pain.