I'm sorry if i say dumb things sometimes
Can't you read in between the lines
No, honest I feel fine
Just waiting for you to stop giving me a mixed sign
You done talking yet?
Why can't I just forget
But since I do have second thoughts
Its probably why I have so many stomach knots
In the end you're just playing with me right?
Well don't worry I'm not going down without a fight
Are you even listening to me
Or are you hoping that i'll just flee

People say they love the sunny days
I guess I like them too in some ways
But I honestly love the rain
Even if some people see it as a representation of heartbreak and pain
I see it differently
As the little drops fall on my skin so gently
Those little tears remind me of all the great memories
Like when I was five, in my garden with all the rain drenched daisies
Or when I was fifteen and I had my first kiss in the rain after school
Because when I'm in the rain I never feel like a fool

She seemed so scared
  Waiting for my reaction
      What was the news that needed to shared
          Something big had occurred from a small action
             She can hardly stand
               She looked so hurt  
                  Just hold my hand
                    At the beginning i was just a big flirt
                      Now she's here with a little life
                         I cupped her face
                            We were both planning ahead and one day she could be my wife
                               We began a tight embrace
                                   Her parents thought it was terrible
                                      She is far too young to be a mother!
                                         I've never been in a situation to be comparable
                                           You're not my daughter!
                                              Not a girl
                                                Not even a boy
                                                   She looked like she was going to hurl
                                                       I love her she is not and will never be my toy
                                                          We would have celebrated
                                                              A little life, My little life, Our little life
                                                                  Now i'm the boy who her parents hated

I love the feeling of his warm fingertips
                                                      ­               She hates the feeling of his harsh and cold bruises
I crave one of his irresistable kisses on my lips
                                                            ­    She can't stand his bitter kisses filled with excuses
I need the warmth of his caring arms
                                                           She dislikes his strong unloving words
I wish we do not leave each others side for the school alarms
                                             She hates that he bullies kids like nerds
I envy his beautiful grey eyes
                                    She despises his blood shot eyes
I can't wait to see him
                              She can't wait to leave him while he wont care about her daily cries