I would cry now if I could.
I would tear out a rainstorm.
I would cry out thunder.
And my heart would get struck by the lightning in the rain.

Somehow, no one would hear me anyways.
The one I care about most far away and doesn't care anymore.
I'll be the only one in my own storm.
The only one on the island of woe.

The phone is just here
sitting beside me on the damp sand.
I want to call.
But I don't want to call.

I want to wail to you.
I want to lie in your arms
I want to hold you.
I wish that your love would soothe the clouds.

But you are not that one I envision.
You wouldn't care.
You hate me after all.
Just like you hate the little dirty critter running around.

Tolerant. Just tolerant.
The pain that thought brings me...
More I summon the torrents.
The heavier the rains fall.

Pitter patter pitter patter
A sky of falling needles
Pitter patter pitter patter
drops of pain into my body

Why is there no blood?
No blood drawn to kill me.
There's not even a flood
for me to drown in.

tfaduh.