It's those nasty rainy days
That make me just lay.
Put the headphones on and then just drift away.
Looking back on the memories that I do not want,
All those times and moments come back just to haunt.
Those rain drops circulate to a tear in my eye,
I look around, because no one can know that I cry.
I put on the biggest front that you will ever see,
Some people think they know me but that could never be.
Sad and sadistic I know I've been told,
What used to be the happy and optimistic has grown old.
