Rainy Day.

I'm falling and I love the feeling
nothings healing this pain.
It rains long, hard and cold
nights I feel like I'm not me,
I lose control of my soul.
It runs, and sings songs I don't know.
Everywhere I go I hope to grow
but my soul is so old I don't know what I know.
Until it happens then it's Dejavu.
You were in my dreams now who are you?
Where'd you come from, where have you been?
And why'd you come into my life again?
Where are you going, am I going with?