Sometimes I watch the rain fallI love the sound, it makes
me think about the time i drownedI know that you're never coming
back around. I love to watch the snow drizzleI love the softness
of it, makes me think about what i lost. As I lay awake on my
cold hard floor, and listen to loud, loud lightning,It makes me
want to sing. but theres something I remembered, about singing in
the rain, something disturbing. I remember, the sound. I remember
the color,I remember nothing than the other,That december, hell
bound. I remember, I drowned.