Dressed in my melancholy Cautious with my approach and timid from The dreary grey of day Intwined with addiction A certain affliction for darker days that seem the same Carry me away It pours when it rains It feels all the same to me To me We bathe In the pain, the comforting wait for grief For grief Does it get better or worse A stagnating curse A stench that pervades to my innermost core I can't fight anymore And it's breaking me down and tearing me apart (It pours when it rains) It feels all the same to me To me We bathe In the pain, a comforting wait for grief For grief