When the rain cries for me
would you follow my story?
It’s not ordinary.
I trap them in my fire, in my hell
I broke into her house just to tell her
I loved her soul to bones
I just couldn’t leave her alone
old Father Time was sleeping in his arm chair
but I found we had traded places
the woman with many faces
and many time lines
my crime is I wasn’t able
To put all my cards on the table
I am the life you never lived
the man you couldn’t forgive
for leaving you alone on your marble throne.
