The rain falls hard and fast
mixing with the tears streaming down my face
my hair is plastered against my cheek
and my shirt sticks to my body
saturated with anger, helplessness, tears and rain
The sobs are gentle and timid
and then I crack
sobs rack my body
People always see me as happy
cheerful old me
never down
gotta problem?
Go see her – she’ll help
Yeah, sure, I’ll help
but sometimes I wish they knew
that I’m just like them
Why can’t they listen to me
instead of talking about themselves
I care about them, really I do
but I need someone to talk too
maybe it’s you I need
maybe it’s you who should listen
please
are you the one?
