Listen to the rain

I hear the rain begin tapping on my window,
it sounds no different than my tears hitting my pillow,
in my bed i lay alone,
wishing you could sing me to sleep again,
but thats back in those "remember whens",
which im trying to forget,
all of these things cross my mind,
in the hardest of times...like now,
so what am i supposed to do,
lay here and cry?,
better yet ill just lay here,
and listen to the rain,
and let it wash you out of my mind,
goodbye