I was walking through the rain
on a cold, lazy morning.
Every raindrop was the pain,
and again I was hurting.

It always ends up like this:
I'm the one that's left thinking.
Thoughts in my brain start to fizz,
my mind's screams keep on ringing.

I have to remind myself
to walk through the rain- the pain.
Even though it hurt myself,
your love was my hurricane.