It wasn’t the rain that washed away

Rinsed out the colours of your eyes
Putting the gun down on the bedside table
I must have realised

It wasn’t the rain that made no difference
And I could have sworn it wasn’t me
Yet I did it all so coldly, almost slowly
Plain for all to see

Oh c’mon please now
Talk to me
Tell me; things I could find helpful
How can I stop now

Is there nothing I can do
I have lost my way
I’ve been losing you

I can still hear our screams competing
You’re hissing your s’s like a snake
Now in the mirror stands
Half a man I thought no one could break

It wasn’t the rain
That made no difference
Nervously drumming on: run away
But I want the guilt to get me
Thoughts to wreck me
Preying on my mind

So, please now
Talk to me
Tell me things I could find helpful
For how can I stop now?
Is there nothing I can do
I have lost my way
I’ve been losing you 

Paul Waaktaar-Savoy

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