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Sitting out in the rain,
watching puddles form,
I thought my friends cared
but I guess I was wrong,
Nobody's aren't coming after me,
and I wonder, for a split second,
Am I loved?
I realize,
after this long shower,
And the clouds start to disappear,
That they love me too much to get me,
They know that deep down,
I want to be in that rain shower,
And if pneumonia gets me,
So be it.
You can't say you've lived unless you've hidden at least one math test from your
parents, gone out and had a good time, with no worries about when you have to
get home, spent a full day just watching TV, not caring what you could be
missing, and cried outside in the rain.
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