Raindrops – I’m counting the raindrops
and adding my teardrops to the rhythm
of the rain;
outside my window and here by my window
I wait through the morning
that was meant to be our day.
Until the raindrops turned into my teardrops
and melted the love I thought I held
like summer raindrops.
I thought your love was true
as the sky of deepest blue.
But all it meant to you
was a game that quickly grew
I’m counting the raindrops
and adding my teardrops to the rhythm,
to the rhythm
of the rain.