Raindrops keep falling on my head
Nothing feels quite like it
Much like the way it feels
When you cast your hand and arm
For someone else to take when they
Have no such things, no such stable
Grounds to bear themselves on

The feeling of no air left in my lungs
Nothing burns quite like it
Much like the way feels
When you are the one who stole
Hands and arms, people's ground
Leaving nothing for them to
Bear themselves on not even a crumb
And it burns deep in my lungs most
When they look into my eyes and i see
Every scale of sorrow possible to weigh
And they see nothing in my eyes at the Time

The feeling of my stomach eating at me
There is nothing quite like it
Except the feeling of regret if only now
If only now she could gaze into my eyes
And see the regret for all that I had held
Not often this comes but when it does
She never gets to see it