Crazy

the rain blows real softly
revealing all the things i can't see
I know i'm crazy
am I crazy
the clouds are full
or are they just as empty as my soul
because every time it rains, it pours and there is something so blue about it
not the color
the feeling
cause when the sky is crying and the wind is screaming my name 
i'm convinced that i'm not crazy
that this feeling rushing through my bones
that's normal
I wanna scream 
but the windy rain does that for me
I speak so loud, can you hear me
you've got ears but you don't listen
the rain and I are one
thunder cracks in my bones
you don't want to touch me
my mind is flooding 
just like these streets
the demons in my head
they're hard to beat
so maybe i'll make friends with them
just so I can sleep
you don't want to know me
the rain on my skin feels like home
the thunder rolling in is the end of this war
or is it just the beginning