Rain clouds are only alright
When I'm not depressed.
Another cold night
I'm spending undressed
Burning up in my bed...
I'm letting them get ahead
Of my head.
Check engine light
But this pilot won't buy it.
A violent seize of a violet tree
That supply a nice light
To a twisted life,
Burning up in my bed...
A seizure symbolic of a seizer
To the wickedest of the dead.
Villainous killing this
Thought process that cant digest
Or fathom an escape from a habit;
Tricks are for rabbits
So only trade with a captain
If you want to feel the magic,
Instead of burning up in my bed...
I wish I could finally rest
But rain clouds have other plans.
Covers can't shelter me
From the smelter in my hand
That leads to buildings from my pen
That I rend in my bed;
Visions of rain clouds going away
Sunshine from the day pours its way
Into the form of solar rays
That make me warmer like the month of May;
Riding high in April
In hope to put a staple
To this life of mine,
Rain clouds fill up the sky.
