Looking back, I can tell you that I wish I could do things over.
Rain dropped from the rooftops.
Some brought their umbrellas.
I’ve never been normal in this life. I’ve been creating my own light.
This pain paints a sad picture.
This drive has kept me alive.
The sound of rain drowns out the pain all before the showers stop.
I wish I could extract your thoughts
because you don’t want to talk.