I can hear them whisper,
the shadows in the rain.
Telling me how it might have been,
amused with my despair and my pain.
Showing me the future,
the future of my past.
Laughing at the fool,
who dared dream it might last.
Those days are gone forever,
and I should just let them go.
Although Im not sure how to do it,
I think the shadows know.
How do you kill your dreams,
and how do you ease the pain?
I think they could teach me,
the shadows in the rain.
They seek to drive me crazy,
a little more each day.
Perhaps then theyll tell me,
for it seems only they can say.