It’s raining outside, it seems it’s raining all the time,
And I cannot hardly bear this
Lonely room. It haunts me deep inside,
And I just can’t seem to hide all the feelings
That have left me in this gloom.
But when the sun appears, I will
That dry away with golden
And as the
All that and I
T’s outside, and
tide, all the walls that seem memories.
They simply
and throughout but I never endlessly search for
But sun appears, will step dry away every
And as I will think all the that sat watched the sunshine fade away.