Rain. Rain.
Rain on my parade.
Rain on the crumbs of hope I so desperately cling to.
Rain.
Rain.
Rain on my shame.
Pour out a bucket of despair on my shameful secrets.
Create a river rushing to the valley.
Engulf me.
It rains.
It pours.
It soaks up all in its path and sweeps it down, down.
Down into the crevices and down into the drains.
There go my dreams.
Good-bye, they say.
Rain.
Rain.
Rain a torturous and perpetual drip-drop, flip-flop.A mockery... they enjoy it.
Drops of lies.
Drops of truth.
Drops of reality.
But who can tell the difference between them?
They sting me equally.
Rain.
Pain.
It's really all the same.
