As I sit here alone I can hear the drops of the rain.
See the world in so much pain,
I wonder why we are crying.
The dark clouds over powering the sun.
Everyone thinking that it's just for fun,
well they've been mistaken.
Lightning and thunder fighting back and forth.
Yelling at eachother.
How can they hear my feelings?
Does the earth rain cause it's thirsty or cause it was hurt?
Does the rain ever really stop?
Or just cry somewhere else?
I watch the drops run down my window pane.
Trying to get away from its misery.
But soon it will all dry up.
You'll never even know what it felt.
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
As I sit here alone I can hear the drops of the rain.
See the world in so much pain,
I wonder why we are crying.
The dark clouds over powering the sun.
Everyone thinking that it's just for fun,
well they've been mistaken.
Lightning and thunder fighting back and forth.
Yelling at eachother.
How can they hear my feelings?
Does the earth rain cause it's thirsty or cause it was hurt?
Does the rain ever really stop?
Or just cry somewhere else?
I watch the drops run down my window pane.
Trying to get away from its misery.
But soon it will all dry up.
You'll never even know what it felt.
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