I Write Songs
Is this cold air from inside or outside
All I feel is cold tide after tide
My soul is nothing but a great divide
And the water seeping in cannot be denied
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It snakes and crawls all over my body
This water is taking over everything that is me
Washing away my spirit as useless debris
Turning me in nothing but a dried up tree
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Raindrops
Raindrops from my soul
I feel you swallowing me whole
Raindrops, Raindrops
Raindrops from my heart
I should have known from the start
Raindrops
Raindrops
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Oh so slowly sneaking down my cheek
Burning every inch of skin so weak
I feel the journey to my chin will take a week
And there is nothing I can do but speak
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Why is my soul so tormented
Why can't I just be swallowed by this bed
And clear out everything from my head
More than all those raindrops being shed
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Raindrops
Raindrops from my soul
I feel you swallowing me whole
Raindrops, Raindrops
Raindrops from my heart
I should have known from the start
Raindrops
Raindrops
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Why do I sing in the dark so lonely
My head full of thoughts so unholy
Why are my tears falling so slowly
Between each, I feel even more lowly
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Raindrops
Raindrops from my soul
I feel you swallowing me whole
Raindrops, Raindrops
Raindrops from my heart
I should have known from the start
Raindrops
Raindrops
.
.
Raindrops
Raindrops from my soul
I feel you swallowing me whole
Raindrops, Raindrops
Raindrops from my heart
I should have known from the start
Raindrops
Raindrops