Abate

Even though how hard I try My wings can't remember how to fly All alone in a world so cold Always wrong and alone As one thought comes to mind Fears, tears and hurts inside When you finally realize The meaning of sharp objects In an empty room There is nothing more you can do Here comes the rain Hitting harder than before I might show you my pain If you show me yours It seems I have borne my troubles better than you thought I would Would it make a difference if I stopped, if I got wasted or got lost? If I cried in front of you Would you cry too or would you just walk away? What more is there to say? There goes the rain Drowning my world away You can show me yours But I have too much pain Written November 29, 2005