I hate rain
because things change
my baby ain't the same
excuse me if I seem scatter-brained
but he's making me insane
in the eary stages of bipolar
I should be growing older
but my mentality is younger
as I fight for what I hunger
then I sit back and wonder
Will things get any better
because all of this stormy weather
is tearing me apart
should I start
with how he made me end
because that's where I begin
to feel like I can't win
constantly breaking down
and raped by the sound of his voice
but it's so familiar and secure
and then I want more
but I'm still not sure
because I can't fight tears anymore
my permenant scars
my steel jail bars
my dreams to the stars
please stop my war.