Look at the sky and see the sympathy... Drops of concern kiss your coat and cheek. It's cold, deep into January, and you're standing there, Combing cold, numb fingers through your hair. And heartache is etched into your face, I wish that I was strong enough to replace All the pain in you with laughter, Wish I could make everything happily ever after...

But you're drifting away from me, Dodging conversation and avoiding my eyes. I guess things could be worse. As I try to sympathize, I force a smile and tell you it's going to be okay. I'm not certain, but I think rain eventually goes away... I'm sorry that when it rains it always seems to pour. I'm here for you. No questions asked. What are friends for?