Some people don't like me, they wish I were dead.
Their hateful words always dance in my head.
They say I don't understand their sorrowful pain.
But they don't know that I've been through the rain.
It pours down on you and it's so hard to bare.
Then it's starts to storm and you throw your hands in the air.
You want to kill yourself because you think they don't care.
Then everything just gets worse and when all is lost,
You lose even more than what you ain't got.
Let someone know how much care,
And don't give up!
That once was you there.
You didn't care about others,
Didn't care what they said.
You wanted them to go away
And let the pieces left of you just go to waste.
Because you didn't know they went through the rain.
It started to storm and they weren't the same.
That's why they want to help you everyday.
The rainbow came to take their pain.
They turned into the people they always wanted to be
And their chained-up struggles were finally freed.
