You could give me all your rain in all its fury
Only to say you need to hurry
To avoid the storm, only pass it along
There are the lyrics to the same old song
You'll cry and beg after storms brew and embolden
You seem to forget the one rule that is golden
How can you expect civility and serenity in a warzone gone mad
I no longer feel emotions, not anger, not an ounce of sad
I'm only tired of being the wall you slam your fists on
The wall you plead and cry on
So tell me why you feel regret only after walls have crumbled
And in your old age writhe and grumble
Is it because you never truly try to change the song you keep singing?
The pain in your ears that just keeps ringing?
But don't worry, I'm privy to the meaning between the lines
Which is why I'm so tired of hearing you whine
I may never escape the fire, the warzone, or the rain
maybe not even the torment or the pain
But I will learn what it means to end the storms
End the fighting End the screaming End the Sorrow
Because your today will not be my tomorrow
