Rain runs down the windows Like tears across my face Beauty in the form of wet disgrace sometimes you think you're all alone surrounded by dampness, so far from home hail is the form of heavenly justice that one wouldn't care to miss subtle auspicious warnings mask the stink of death get away from it all, find solace in meths we all balance on the tip of a pin staring over at worlds edge, trying not to fall in love is a journey which is never ending and a broken heart takes a long time in mending to figure out love you don't need to be a wiz but in the end, it is what it is and love is just a symbol an idea sometimes filled with lies but let me tell you something, symbols can be destroyed, but an idea never dies. ...