Raining in My Head

Your words to me just a whisper
Your face is so unclear
I try to pay attention
Your words just disappear

      ‘Cause it’s always raining in my head
      Forget all the things I should have said

So I speak to you in riddles
‘Cause my words get in my way
I smoke the whole thing to my head
And feel it wash away

‘Cause I can’t take anymore of this
I want to come apart
Or dig myself a little hole
Inside your precious heart

      ‘Cause it’s always raining in my head
      Forget all the things I should have said

I am nothing more than
A little boy inside
That cries out for attention
Yet I always try to hide

‘Cause I talk to you like children
Though I don’t know how I feel
But I know I’ll do the right thing
If the right thing is revealed

      ‘Cause it’s always raining in my head
      Forget all the things I should have said

— Staind, “Epiphany”