rain kids.

Those kids who stand in the down pouring rain have names.
They have scars and stories.
Each one desperately living to be noted as sane.
We, the rain kids, call themselves friends.
But today's overcast called for showers with a sprinkle of lies.
The thunder booms.
They are all full of gloom.
Now we're overrated and overpaid.
Five day forecast- of nothing but backstabbing sun shine
and the fear of being upstaged.
The people at the broadcasting station smile.
Those kids once followed sunny ways and then this weater shift came and
rain poured from their eyes.
Now they lay broken and the only thing that remains are the puddles of pity and patheticness.