The skies are as gray as my eyes and my hope,
I’m drowning but no one will toss me a rope.
I’m yelling for help but there’s nobody here,
A parade goes by as the crowd does cheer.
But there’s no one here,
There’s never anyone here.
The raindrops fall like the tears of pain in my eyes,
But there’s always something that stops me from lies.
A siren calls out past the thunderous roar,
And the rain continues, it’s starting to pour.
But there’s no one here,
There’s never anyone here.
The wind whips the trees, the leaves fall like dreams,
I’m searching for answers but I don’t have the means.
And there’s always some thought in the back of my head,
As the rain still falls down, it’s like I have said.
But there’s no one here,
There’s never anyone here.
Look out the window, this rain is my tortured life,
This wind, this thunder, waiting for the lightning strike.
Wet and cold, damp and chilling, my heart does beat,
Though no longer are there any people on the street.
And there’s never anyone here,
Perhaps I should just disappear.
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