If I were to write down everything that I hold inside
That would make a lot of novels
If I were to narrate everyone that I loved mistaking them for you
That would make songs flaming hot
Perhaps you didn’t upset me that much
You didn’t make me any happier either
You did not make me take off to the sky, you did not pull me down either
Perhaps you didn’t upset me that much
You didn’t make me any happier either
You made me live everything
But you didn’t make me die as well
Make your sorrows rain from the skies
I’ll pack my memories and leave
I won’t even
Wish you well
I’ll bandaid my scars on my own
Make them rain from the skies
Make them rain from the skies
Make them rain from the skies
Make your sorrows rain...