Better For The Rain by Edward Bell from London United Kingdom

better for the rain
the broken glass cannot belie these arguments of yours and
mine,
no-one will find me where i hide, and wait for this anger
to subside
it was me you made the fool, some hypocrite rewrote the
rules,
now you find warmth in others lies, while truth asphyxiates
and dies
i won't suffer you gladly, i won't suffer you
i won't suffer you anymore
i'll be better for the rain, i will get back up again
i will build where others fall and bleed for no-one
a silver smile, a golden tongue, a letter saying we were
done
now i am stronger than before, i won't show such weakness
anymore
i won't suffer you gladly, i won't suffer you
i won't suffer you anymore
i'll be better for the rain, i will get back up again
i will build where others fall, and bleed for no-one
i hope i see you once again, and show you how a wound can
mend
now i forgive you, done is done, i leave you for the last
time
i won't suffer you gladly, i won't suffer you
i won't suffer you anymore
i'll be better for the rain, i will get back up again
i will build where others fall, and bleed for no-one