Rain, dearest friend.
You know just when to pound on my head.
I know there is more to this world, than
what I have given from inside myself.
Just as the rain keeps coming
a relief from hellish fever-
Blood keeps flowing even after
you think you've let it all out of you.
And the rain finds a way to beat on my window
to ask me when it can come in.
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!
Rain, dearest friend, soothe me,
slink down my skin, caressing me.
You have been so cold,
You have stung me,
Why do I ache for more?
Inside from this I am safe,
Running from you, helps me to forget.
I don't want to cause a flood,
I cannot let you soak everything I have
worked so hard to
You know when the book on my head is balanced.
And I know there is more to this world,
as I forever give the inside of myself.
Just as the rain keeps coming-
relief from fever-hell-
Blood flows freely, even after
you think you've left it all onto me.
And the rain is one way of beating on my window
to ask when he can come in.
I do not know, I do not know, I do not know!
Rain, dear, calm down,
slink to my skin, caress me.
You were so cold
You stung me,
Why do I hurt more?
Why do I ache for hurt,
Why do I want more rain?
Within this shelter, I am safe
Duration of you, helps me forget.
I do not want to cause a flood
I can not let the rain taste everything I
worked so hard to
Tickle your toes. . .
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