Does the rain define me?
Emotions dripping
I'm slipping and falling
My senses are calling
But not enough sense to come in out of the rain
There's something inside me that says to stop
Stand still, just feel
Let them find you and remind you
There's a point to every drop
Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean
My eyes will soon be turning red
Soon be turning red no
Raindrops are falling on my head
They keep falling
But I am free
Nothing's worrying me
Does the rain remind me
Of something I'm missing
It's some sinking feeling
The symptoms of drowning
Are swallowing several unbearable things
Just flood me with something until I stop
Sucking down this drought
Let them fill me, let them kill me
There's a point to every drop
I am falling
Falling on my head
When it rains it pours they say
I keep my doors closed
So what I hold inside is not exposed
To whoever's outside of my window
Feeling insecure and judging myself more
For this long suffering that I've endured
Through it all
The man in the mirror has become more mature
As these puddles start to fill
The rain becomes my comfort
I learn how to swim
And not let life take me under
I compose to the lightning and the thunder
Raindrops wash away my tears
So I stand right under
I'm the seed that mom and pops planted
No wonder it rains
Seeds need water to grow
And to be met by the sunshine
Peekin' through my window
The rain I speak of is a state of mind
That falls in the form of trials and tribulations
If you are not tuned in to happiness
Change the station
