• Not used to your arms around me,
    but I feel they should be.
    This close to you feels different.

    But it feels like the rain,
    cool as the mourning sun.
    Warm as a good memory,
    please don't forget me.

    I just want, to say.
    Much more that "stay."

    I can tell you're happy when I'm near.
    Your voice changes I can hear.
    This close to you smell different.

    And it smells like the rain,
    cool as the mourning sun.
    Warm as a good memory,
    please dont forget me.

    I know I don't have, to do.
    More than say "I love you."

    And even through you're gone,
    You still make me smilie,
    when I want to cry.
    I'll be okay for that while.

    And just like the rain,
    you esae my pain.
    You cleanse my lies.

    But most of all I found.
    Just like, the rain,
    you give spirit to the dark cloud