The rain comes and goes.

When the rain comes again
I'll be poking fun at you,
just like the angels do.
We all feel it too.

Flesh out the strings threaded through your cheeks,
tugging like your parents would.
A forcible smile,
directly in line with the truth,
but still, its hard to choose.

Would you and
don't you go?
You say you've got nothing better to do.

I'm afraid again,
of the angels in my skin.
so give me a sign again
all I need is one.

Come back through the garden
beside I'm now certain
that I've got nowhere else to go.

Besides you I've got nothing,
you're now everything.
We mean everything to nothing,
after all.

Stiches inside, I am dying alive
with nothing to stop me from trying.
Adorable child,
with nothing to lose
its time you will have to choose.