as the rain keeps pouring,
she's still there thinking.
"will it be okay,
if i'll be gone everyday?".
she wipes her tears,
forming in her eyes.
as the rain keeps whishering,
"maybe, you're right".
as the rain keeps pouring,
she's still there thinking.
"will it be okay,
if i'll be gone everyday?".
she wipes her tears,
forming in her eyes.
as the rain keeps whishering,
"maybe, you're right".
