Rain drops drum on the window.
And the moonlight makes them shine.
It could be a safer situation
If I wasn't locked with you outside
If I really had to make myself a further step
Would you really stop me doing it ? What would you care about ?
The situation we're trapped in has turned to non-sense.
Both of us are aware and no one seems to know what to do.
Why does it always rain on me ?
Why these black clouds above my head ?
Why do they follow me when I move ?
Is this rain gonna ever end or should I find a shelter and dry myself ?
I give up. I want to lay down, stop breathing, hear no sound.
Here I am : eyes wide open, nervous chillin, spasmodic breathing and still coughing up and then the void