does the rain define me? emotions dripping i’m slipping and falling my senses are calling but not enough sense to come in out of the rain there’s something inside me that says to stop stand still, just feel let them find you and remind you there’s a point to every drop
raindrops keep falling on my head but that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red soon be turning red no raindrops are falling on my head they keep falling but I am free nothing’s worrying me
does the rain remind me of something i’m missing it’s some sinking feeling the symptoms of drowning are swallowing several unbearable things just flood me with something until i stop sucking down this drought let them fill me, let them kill me there’s a point to every drop
i am falling falling on my head
when it rains it pours they say i keep my doors closed so what i hold inside is not exposed to whoever’s outside of my window feeling insecure and judging myself more for this long suffering that i’ve endured through it all the man in the mirror has become more mature as these puddles start to fill the rain becomes my comfort i learn how to swim and not let life take me under i compose to the lightning and the thunder raindrops wash away my tears so i stand right under i’m the seed that mom and pops planted no wonder it rains seeds need water to grow and to be met by the sunshine peekin’ through my window the rain i speak of is a state of mind that falls in the form of trials and tribulations if you are not tuned in to happiness change the station