OUtside, the rain did fall
And it broght joy to us all,
Well, almost all.
The rain may bring everything to a naught,
washing away dreams and everything we sought.
This short shower can do a lot.
These droplets of water hit the ground,
washing what they call a 'beautiful sound'.
But there's nothing beautiful about it that I found.
NO more can I see the beauty in our lives.
I'm only left fit fer appreciating the beauty of knives,
These tools that put all the beauty in our lives.
Im sittin inside, clear of the rain.
Ive lost everything, and theres nothing to gain.
Im just stuck writing whatever goes on in this brain.
But I feel terrible about what I do.
There are so many things that I wish I knew.
But I knew that I'll never know, and theres nothing to do.
And its so terrible goin on and on and on.
Whatever was left in me is now all gone.
