I see my tears in my pain, I see my tears in the rain.
I feel my fears in the rumbling storms and here i think that i am grown.
I hate it when i feel so sad because i can't help but get so mad.
In my dreams i think i rock but i am nothing but a mock.
I don't understand if it is by intention that they decide not to listen.
If only they knew that they must, but instead they decide to crush me in the dust and treat me like dirty old rust.
If only I had a big old truck overflowing with luck, maybe I would be able to remove all this muck.
Too bad I have all this time to be wasting on this rhyme,
It is just a crazy fling which s probably nothing because I still see my tears in my pain, I see my tears in the rain.