Friday 1 April 2011

For no one in particular...

It's 12 midnight, in the middle of the dark.
And it's raining like it's never gonna stop.
I'm walking in the rain without an umbrella.
And right now, I feel like hell. Yeah, like hell.

After a short talk between you and me,
which didn't go well as it was supposed to be,
I've realized that I can never impress you.
'Cause I can't even live up to your expectations.

All the mean words and the unforgettable pain,
I just wish they'd be washed away with this pouring rain.

No comments:

Post a Comment