What’s the point in saying things
If you know that they’re not true?
What’s the point in making a promise
If you don’t plan to pull through?
The rain pours down these questions
It appears, out of thin air
I don’t know why it is no one notices
Or if they just don’t care
But it means so much to me
When someone can leave behind
The problems that they created
On the rest of all mankind
Fathers who’ve forgotten daughters
A mistake that’s in the past
Thoughts that lead to suicide
It all happens so fast
The cuts that lay engraved on her wrist
Remind her of all the times she was alone
Of all the pain she was born to create
On her wrist, thoughts set in stone
Like the lightening through the rain
And the booming thunder that you hear
That’s the sound of her majesty’s cries
Whenever she draw near
So whenever you see rainfall
Know that she’s around
Because each rain drop is a tear
Multiplying on the ground
She’s just a mishap
Something to forget
Just a mere accident
In the rain that’s getting wet
I’m walking in the rain
Crying tears and blood
Making tracks of my pain
Walking in the mud
I’ll be the goddess of depression or pain
To the rain there is no end
But if you feel like walking in the rain
I swear I’ll be your best friend
