oh hear we go again with another one of my sob stories
how i got my heart murdered and was left gory
but it's all my fault, i put myself in these situations
always trusting, loving, thinking I've found the equation
then the sun hides behind a cloud as the storm comes
believing every word she said, boy was i dumb
i feel numb, i think my heart has had a stroke
and suddenly i can't breathe as your words start to choke
every last hope i had of you being there for me
and now it's raining razorblades, but i was prepared to bleed
it's not like I've never been hurt before, you'd think I'm addicted to pain
and if so, I'll weather the storm, let it rain, let it rain