It's not your fault that I'm stuck in the rain,
with clouds in my mind and thundering pain.
It's not your fault that my heart is torn,
ripped up like paper since the day I was born.
It's not your fault that I'm wasting away,
like crumbled leaves standing in winters way.
But it is your fault for not diving in,
I'm standing in oceans and you know I can't swim.
