sometimes, i think we could be psychic.

so,
i wrote this a whiles back, and stumbled across it not too long ago... makes me wonder what i was feeling when i wrote it...

walk away
feel the breeze
feel the wind on your face
feel the rain, it's pouring down
drowning my sorrows
and there's no tomorrow
only memories and scars of yesterday...

the tumbling waves of my mixed-up emotions
crashing on cliffs of despair
my lost happiness buried deep in the ocean
my sadness and darkness fill the air

i need an answer
a simple solution
to the endless questions in my life
i can't make decisions
i can't choose a side
i can't make up my mind...

confusion is torture
and fear is a fire
that's burning up all of my dreams
i can't escape this feeling
that nothing's meant to be
and nothing is ever as it seems

i'm searching for some peace
and my only relief is to

walk away
feel the breeze
feel the wind in my face
feel the rain, it's pouring down
drowning my sorrows
and there's no tomorrow
only memories and scars of yesterday

rain down
wash away my hurt and pain
rain down
make me feel alive again
rain down
make the darkness fade away
i need these good feelings to stay...