We're told all our life That the rain is miserable and dreary That no one really loves her Of her, we're supposed to be weary

It’s hard to be you to be honest, be true when people want you to change when they only see you as strange

You can live your whole life without making it into a single history book And that's okay

I wish you could feel about yourself the way I feel about you You’d always smile, because you’d see the joy you spread all around

Your future was bright and shining Your smiles big and beaming But then you messed up and now there’s a voice That keeps yelling and screaming

Walking everywhere with a rain cloud overhead Struggling everyday just to get out of bed

When someone stabs a knife full of ignorance and hate right into your heart it’s okay to want to stab back

Cast aside again and again and again and every single time you felt like nothing

When you’ve been hurt it’s hard to recover and easy to push others away as you seek safe shelter

Some days, life drags you down and you can’t carry on alone but know that it’s okay to need someone there