He gazed outside, where raindrops poured
So he reached deep within his dresser drawer
To find the drugs that killed his mind
The empty thoughts that killed his time
He took them in the rain like snow
The rain like snow
The prescription pills, in their orange can
Were all tucked safely in the palm of his hand
To melt his thoughts, and sharpen his brain
He took them every morn' of every day
Washed them down with rain like snow
With rain like snow
The paint chips scattered on the floor
From all the times he slammed his bedroom door
They piled up, like drifts of snow
To cover him in bitter cold
Frigid as the rain like snow
The rain like snow
The rain like snow
The rain like snow
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