You can’t just walk out of our room
And hope to be drenched
In a different kind of rain.
All it is is a different kind of pain
You’ll be drowned by when you think
You’ve found a reason to be sane.

The droplets roll down your face
To tease your lips,
But they’ll soon fall to the ground
And now you won’t feel so in tune with
The life you thought you had found.