Waiting on the rain

I've been here before        
waiting on the rain      
watching people pick at each other        
complaining about life's struggles        
and love's battles        
wearing their heart on their sleeves      
shown to the world        
it's free for the taking        
use it        
abuse the poor bastards      
"That just want to be loved"  
       
it's funny how a few drops of rain        
won't wash away the feelings        
but will hide it        
the sun will set on everyone        
but the searching remains        
for trust, love, life respect        
a bunch of mice sharing a piece of cheese        
in a small hole in the wall        
with no exit        
just an entrance        
and they still find happiness        
within      
       
as I sit waiting on the rain        
to heal my open scars        
baring my soul naked to the drips        
laying on the concrete        
cold without shame        
without a smile        
or a tear        
no care to enter the mouse trap        
and be forever a slave to love        
to people        
I can be my own best friend        
or my own worse enemy        
and my own lover        
but it gets lonely        
and I should just crawl into that hole        
and die      
with the believers