• Standing in the rain,
    trying to stop this pain.
    Hidden tears rush down,
    so I run out of town.
    Far away and into the dark,
    until I can't even see the tree bark.
    Sitting on the ground,
    I realize I can't hear a sound.
    I pretend that I've blocked all the hurt out,
    so I can ease their doubt.
    You're the one who sees through my facade,
    and makes me stop the charade.