The people who walk slowly in the rain
feel that their days are being spent in vain.
Now you can feel their pain cuz you are one of them,
your pace is slow as if the sun came out again
waiting for anyone to call you on the phone
to go out anywhere just not to stay alone,
not to be left with your own thinking face to face
and not to hear the voices yelling in your brains.
And hanging out with friends you seem to be alright,
pretend to be successful, pretend to feel delight.
And here are all your friends but no one's here to talk to though
cuz you can't find the words which would reflect your soul,
cuz you yourself don't know what's wrong with you
so you say nothing and just smile confused.
You feel it's not the place where you belong
and all you've done was wasting time. It took you long
to understand but it's too late those days are gone.
You'd like to fix it all but you don't know what you did wrong...
You grab your clothes and go home.
You're running fast, you wanna cry out loud,
you open your mouth but no sound comes out!
You're losing your mind, you wanna burst into tears
to get a piece of relief but the drops don't appear
and you come home but you don't get undressed
your eyes are empty, your body's motionless.
Another day begins, you feel better and then
as you come up to the window it starts raining again.
You're running fast, you wanna cry out loud,
you open your mouth but no sound comes out!
You're losing your mind, you wanna burst into tears
to get a piece of relief but the drops don't appear
and you come home but you don't get undressed
your eyes are empty, your body's motionless.
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