Even in the view of a beautiful sky,
i still fall back to the thought of why,
so i pray for clouded nights to block out the pain,
i'd much rather walk home yelling with the rain,
there's no time for waiting, i'm still here,
so i thought you would appreciate a few
lines written with just the thought of you,
fueled by only the best, a heart breaking walk out by you,
what else do i know how to do? just yell with the rain,
with headphones on i could care less if someone plain
decides to train their eyes on my walking through,
and see me barely crawl on with a thought of you,
it's only in the stories that you choose to last,
what else could memories be but novels of our past?
on you i won't think too fast, my heart will obtain
it's ability to cry out with the rain.