God it feels like it only rains on me.
They say when it rains it pours.
I ask what do they know about rain?
Because when it rains on me, it floods.
I'm treading the waters of worry,
And I am in a hurry.
I'm drowning in this flood of violence and hate.
I taste the blood of waste.
God it feels like it only rains on me.
The waters of worry rise around me.
I can't run away.
I say that it is because I am too strong to fail.
The truth is I am terrified of the alternative.
Out there I see deep water I can not tread.
At least here I have a handhold.
God it feels like it only rains on me.
I feel like a fraud hiding behind t
