Why does the rain tap on the window when you can't feel it? Why will it remind you of the dew drops dancing on the grass blades in early spring, of August's ocean breeze spraying saltwater in your hair, and how the cold damp snow of a December morning washes your eye lashes with fresh flakes dazzling from the sky?
The rain on the window is different, but it reminds you of this, and it taunts you, just pattering on the glass, making it freeze your fingers pressed against the window pane, and you think about what it would be like to feel the winter snow, spring dew, summer spray, fall rain.
But you don't feel it at all
and you forget those sensations that you once knew – you forget the feeling of them
The person is empty the person with no identity the one with no personality Who doesn't now what yesterday was like or the day before Know one seems to know this person anymore it is like this person doesn't know right from wrong it is like this person is really gone because inside they are empty Just like me
Somewhere in my past a sunny snow day haunts me the serenity Feels too cliche to enjoy I remember the glances out of the window on a day that finally feels like spring because winter can be long and dark So yeah, I remember sitting in the classroom looking at the perfect spring day and if someone said things make sense Don't listen they aren't telling you the truth
and the clock and fears bury me because nothing makes sense
