She was the sound in each drop of rain,
She was the reflection in my window pane.
She was the craze when I went insane,
She was the hurt beneath all my pain.
She was the cloud under which I'd lain,
She was the drug that flowed in each vein.
She was the the energy I couldn't contain,
She was the life that flooded my brain.
She was the loneliness in every wine stain,
She was the bullet from which I refrained.
She was the heartache I could not explain,
She was the blood that circled the drain.
She was the secret that I kept in vain.
She was the one thing that I couldn't train,
She was the poisonous, deadliest bane.

--But she was the reason I listened to the rain.

But she was the reason.

But she was.

**She was.