Can you tell?

I can't tell if my eyes are blinded by the rain

or if they're blinded by the tears

It doesn't matter if I'm coming

It doesn't matter if I'm going, I always end up "here"

With shoes that aren't mine,

a bag that's too heavy, and a smile that isn't real

I feel the clouds when they're invisible to the world

Shiver and freeze when the sun is out

Laughing when the joy is gone

And the rain just. wont. stop.

Tell me you can't see the puddles

Tell me you don't feel the rain

Lift my bags to test and see if the weight we carry is the same

Sadness engulfs my memories, until their essence is dark

It doesn't matter if I'm coming. It doesn't matter If I'm going

This path will only take me back

To where it was when I started