Gloomy is the sky,
Melancholic is the rain,
As it hits my window,
Its rhythm reminds my heart,
Of the warmth that never existed
Butterflies don't dwell on a single flower like us humans who don't dwell on a single mood More
Gloomy is the sky,
Melancholic is the rain,
As it hits my window,
Its rhythm reminds my heart,
Of the warmth that never existed