Staring at the windshield at 12:34 in the morning
I turn on the radio, our song played and now I'm mourning
I kept reminiscing of what we used to be, what we could've been, what we should've been.
Now rain pours down like there's no tomorrow
Im quite unsure how, but it entered and soaked my face
When will this rain stop, it burns and tires my eyes now
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
Staring at the windshield at 12:34 in the morning
I turn on the radio, our song played and now I'm mourning
I kept reminiscing of what we used to be, what we could've been, what we should've been.
Now rain pours down like there's no tomorrow
Im quite unsure how, but it entered and soaked my face
When will this rain stop, it burns and tires my eyes now
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