tears and rain

The rain is pouring and it’s pouring really hard at the moment. Alhamdulillah my sister is back from my cousins’ sleepover party or else I would’ve been worried sick, my mom more so. The rain is pouring and here I am listening to Mr. Tumpul’s song, entitled Tears and Rain. Tears and rain. Tears and rain.

I’m currently going through the motions. I’m currently trying to put everything into perspective. I’m currently trying as much possible to accept change. After all, change is inevitable, isn’t it? And why do I feel so ashamed the fact that I hate departures? Is there even a necessity to feel so ashamed for tears that come so naturally? I mean, wouldn’t you cry if your man was leaving?

Whatever. I’m rambling ever so randomly. It’s just tears and rain...

I wish I could surrender my soul;

Shed the clothes that become my skin;

See a liar that burns within my needing.

How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.

How I wish I'd screamed out loud,

Instead I've found no meaning.

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,

All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.

Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.

I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.

It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.

I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;

Hold memory close at hand,

Help me understand the years.

I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.

I wish I would save my soul.

I'm so cold from fear.

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,

All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.

Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.

I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.

Far, far away; find comfort in pain.

All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.

It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.

Tears and rain

Far, Far away;find comfort in pain

All pleasures the same: it just keeps me from trouble

Its more than just words; its just tears and rain