Can the rain pound any harder?
Will the pain ever end?
As I walk through the streets,
The night only gets colder.
Now I begin to run.
My heart has frozen over,
My head begins to throb.
And my tears continue.
I reach a house.
It’s familiar smell sticks out,
Even in through the tears of heaven.
Yet it only makes it hurt more.
I wander on,
I’m lost, confused,
Tired of disappointment.
Tired of the heart.
So I continue.
Wandering.
My soul has no one destination,
My heart can heat and cool,
The fact of the matter, though,
Is will it ever stop?
I already know the answer,
But I keep on asking.
It never changes,
But that’s okay.
It’s better to feel than not at all,
And that is the real truth.
Will the pain ever end?
As I walk through the streets,
The night only gets colder.
Now I begin to run.
My heart has frozen over,
My head begins to throb.
And my tears continue.
I reach a house.
It’s familiar smell sticks out,
Even in through the tears of heaven.
Yet it only makes it hurt more.
I wander on,
I’m lost, confused,
Tired of disappointment.
Tired of the heart.
So I continue.
Wandering.
My soul has no one destination,
My heart can heat and cool,
The fact of the matter, though,
Is will it ever stop?
I already know the answer,
But I keep on asking.
It never changes,
But that’s okay.
It’s better to feel than not at all,
And that is the real truth.