| Sometimes I love the rainy days
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| So my mind and this pain can drift away
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| Sometimes I love the rainy days
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| So my mind and this pain can drift away
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| Sometimes I love the rainy days
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| So my mind and this pain can drift away
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| Sometimes I love the rainy days
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| Tears from Heaven rain down and cleanse me
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| I’m out of control sometimes so much stuff’s on my mind
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| I’m trying to find the right path to walk on
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| Maintain and be strong but I don’t know how long
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| I can keep on, sleep on it
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| My partner said
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| And then nightmares of troubled times invade the space in my head
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| I’d rather be dead often than to deal with the pain and pressure
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| So let the rain fall and take it away all forever
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| But you can never be rid of troubled times
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| You can run away, try ot block it out but they gon' stay, stand firm
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| So we gotta learn how to deal with it
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| Look life in the eye be real with it (I'm trying)
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| I’m still getting bits and pieces of womanhood
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| Finally starting to realize that being grown ain’t all good
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| I would rather be eight at my mom’s place |
| Cuddled and sheltered from the pain
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| But for now I’ma leave it with the rain
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| Please let it rain before my man comes home
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| Maybe he’ll wanna talk and practice between my thighs
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| Instead of on my eyes, while my
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| I going throught this I keep asking myself
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| Does somebody really love you, taking blows at you
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| Controlling you, and do you really love yourself
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| I don’t know, it’s like I can’t think for myself anymore
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| I’m looking at the door, Lord please give me the courage to step
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| And if I do will I regret the day I left
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| Is he the best thing to ever happen to me
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| And is it a minor flaw when he leaves scars after beating me
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| Or can it be my self-eteem left with the first bruise
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| Lord, will I ever be a victim on the evening news, I’m so confused
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| I’ve got more blues than B. B
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| He keeps on pushing and hitting and shoving
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| And then claiming that he loves me
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| For life, trying to call me his wife
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| No rings of course
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| So can I give all this pain to the rain, let it pour
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| Will I ever, ever, ever in my ruggedy life
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| Live in a happy home and be a happy man’s wife |
| No cheating, no fights, connected to wealth
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| And proud to look in the mirror and love myself
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| I think not, my hand full of dreams is all I got
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| One wishing that the rain could make it all stop
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| Top it off more, all the exit doors are locked
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| Click, change up got my brain detained and stained
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| What am I to do, Lord please talk to me
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| This bottle of Valiums keeps calling me
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| And he spoke, gave a sister award of hope
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| I’m bout to take my life back for sho'
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| No more, waiting for things to happen for me
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| Heaven’s tears got me seeing things clearly, I love the rain
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| to fade |