My Diet Pill Clouds Are Made Of Pain
I try hard to read her thoughts
I read her lips but I still don’t know
I try to breathe but the breathing's slow
I miss the words and I let them flow
And she stands in the velvet light
As I try to reach her hand
‘Cos I’m scared when the night comes
Especially when it rains
‘Cos the clouds are made of pain
I don’t want to stay outside
I need a shelter from the sky
I need her hand to chase the pain
I turn my back against the wall
And put a pillow on my face
I close my eyes until I bleed
‘Cos the clouds are made of pain
When the sky returns to blue
I can say I feel secure
'Till it starts to rain again
‘Cos the clouds are made of pain
