I wonder why
As I sit and watch
Through the rain that follows me
I sit and watch
And wonder why the fake nostalgia takes my life away
The way I pinch myself
To bring me right back down to Earth
This is, this is, this is the thing
The thing that has to
The thing that has to die
Set me free
From the rain that follows me
The cloud above my head
Give it to someone else instead
The rain that follows me
The rain that follows me
In the end, what's the point of breathing when my
Lungs are black, filled with hate, tar-infested organs
Drenched in pain, cellophane
Wrapped around my skull
All I want to be is free
Through all the struggle, I will finally believe
I will finally believe
I will finally believe
Set me free
From the rain that follows me
The cloud above my head
Give it to someone else instead
The rain that follows me