Counting the Raindrops
1,2,3,4
Constant knocks should I let them in?
Each raindrop holds a different meaning.
Sitting on my window sill pondering the rain.
This intangible feeling i can't seem to fulfill.
It's touching my heart, I'm feeling the pain.
A clock ticks somewhere in the distance.
Who knows how much time has gone by?
It's like time has built a resistance,
or somehow just fell shy.
It's hard to keep constant track,
when i'm just counting the rain drops.
Falling slowly, quickly dropping,
eternity will end.
This rain ain't stopping, oh no..
my sanity i fend.
If I dodge each drop,
just gotta look through the rain.
If i break through the dark clouds,
just gotta make it through sane, oh yeah..
fighting through my pain.
But instead I stand beyond my window,
counting the rain.
Each drip in sync with each tick.
The sky engulfed in pain.
This feeling holds no description,
just waiting for a break in the rain.
The raindrops pantomime a story,
filling in the empty space.
The wind a whispering narrator,
a feeling I can't complace.
It's what lays beyond the final drop,
that captures my hearts desire.
So I sit here, waiting..
counting the rain.
5,6,7,8..
Falling slowly, quickly dropping,
eternity will end.
This rain ain't stopping, oh no..
my sanity i fend.
If I dodge each drop,
just gotta look through the rain.
If i break through the dark clouds,
just gotta make it through sane, oh yeah..
fighting through my pain.
But instead I stand beyond my window,
counting the rain.
Just counting the rain drops..
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