It's sunny outside, but i feel soaked.
'Cause it's pouring in here.
It's pouring down my tears.
People walking on by, and just keep on walking.
They don't see me.
They don't hear me.
There's nothing left of myself.
There's nothing else.
Nothing of who i wanted to be.
Nothing of who you used to see.
I'm not me but a stranger.
And there in lays the danger.
There's nothing to fear.
'Cause noone holds me dear.
I'm all alone.
And these thoughts are my own.
I long to cry, but i won't.
I don't know why, i won't let myself cry.
Even as you lay in your wooden crate.
I told you t love you but i was to late.
Now you lay there, with nothing but earth cold and bare.
And i stand here, very near tears.
But my tears go unsheed, as the scene keeps playing in my head.
