Rain

Nothing can grow without rain,

That's what I like when it rains

All of those nights in my head,

Serve as reminders of pain

You gotta let it all out,

Before it's the morning again

That's why I look to the sky,

Each time I'm performing on stage

She say she like when I sing,

Of course she like coffee the most

It's so ironic that I prefer tea,

But she still in my sheets like a ghost