It's raining outside;
I want to wash away the ash,
but I don't want to put out the fire.

shruti-atri

The Washout

Tell me
How are you
Today

These feelings
They are there
Getting stronger

Is this wrong
Is it okay
Would you mind to tell me

These dark grey clouds
Scares me
Rain's coming

Are they gonna do it
Like how everyone else does
Wash away everything

All my memories
That I kept
For myself

All the things
About you
All the sweet pretty things

That we've been thru
For those three days
Just us