darker forecast.

These walls will crumble down,
And the rooftop may collapse.
All alone here on the ground,
I'm surrounded by your traps.

The house fought off deciet,
and as my heart fell down like rain,
I stand here in bare feet
And I am drentched with heavy pain.

I can't control the weather,
but this forecast predicts my fall.
I've thought that things were better,
but I was dreaming through it all.

I wish you'd take your darkened clouds,
for someone's in a drought.
Follow evil through the crowd,
And drown the hollow out.