The Nights it Rained...

I have long since remembered,
the nights it used to rain.
Before the days I despised so much;
before all my pain.

The nights were cool and vivid,
the days were light and fun.
Now I only wish to escape this world;
for joy is limited to nearly none.

I yearn for the days --
of peace and loving times'
before the days of sadness --
now leave me with everything behind.

I do not want to grow old.
Growing up is too much.
I wish for the carefree days again;
yet I know -- I will never have such

Things are never going --
to be the same agian.
So now I hold to what I have,
I repenish all my sins.

I cannot escape my past --
It makes me who I am;
with out all that has happened,
I would have never gave a damn.

So now I leave myself;
with little to expect.
Growing old is inevitable,
But -- I can always recollect.

The nights it used to rain,
Id dance and be happy --
I know now I am nothing but sad,
and this memory seems sappy.

But it is what I have,
and nothing matters more --
Who I am today,
and who I will be through tomorrow's door....