Pitter patter , patter pitter
The sound of rain hitting an open window
the sound of an open heart beating
There's something about the way the rain hits my face as my eyes are fixed to the dark, grey skiy it has a way of warmth to it no matter how cold it really is.
Patter pitter, pitter patter
this is for every broken heart, for every lost dream, for every high, and for every low...
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