Scratching on your name
Ink sticks my hands
You won't like it
I just don't know why
Scratching on your name
Ink sticks my hands
You won't like it
I just let it go
Rains falling in my head
Into my thought, without excuse
Rains soaking into my name
And my thought, without excuse
Rains falling in my head
Into my thought, without excuse
Rains soaking into my name
And my thought, without excuse