When I Rain

When I rain

When I pour

When I'm vain

When I make loving me a chore,

Remember the me that loved thee yesterday

And not the me that is taken by grief,

For not tomorrow will I be the me today.

I can tell you the pain you feel is brief,

So tell me you won't abandon me

And tell me you, won't count my bad deeds.

Don't forget all the good I done for thee

And all the timed I filled in your needs.

Promise you won't dig a grave for our love

And that you'll wait for tomorrow and let in live.