it’s raining

When all that matters is the pain we feel and between what’s left there’s no good will,
And how we wish that nothing is real but that’s how it goes when the heart’s been killed,
When the burdens we carry would only grow and there’s not a room for a smile to lift,
And how we thought that everything is forever but no, happiness is but a borrowed gift.

Thank you, friend. You know who you are.