A raindrop falls upon my cheek,
Not from the sky,
But from me.
Nothing can compare to the,
Sadness and the missery,
That you've brought me day and night.
And every fight is like a slap,
That scars my cheek,
Where raindrops lap.
A raindrop falls upon my cheek,
Not from the sky,
But from me.
Nothing can compare to the,
Sadness and the missery,
That you've brought me day and night.
And every fight is like a slap,
That scars my cheek,
Where raindrops lap.