You know those people that are like side-walk chalk
Where they write, say, do, draw what ever they want
Then they are gone when it starts to rain
And when you go out and look for someone to talk to
And you're a little surprised when they've washed away
You know you're broken when you can walk out in the rain
Without praying, wishing, thinking about an umbrella
And you wish the pain was like the side-walk chalk
That it would just wash away