Can't find the knife to make it rain

The searching turns me mad

Don't worry, darling

Red precipitation isn't so bad.

Each day a new scapegoat

Each day it's harder to convince

The public that you're fine

Each day they will continue their hints.

It's hard to show and not tell

How can I show you what I'm feeling

I can't tell you what's on my mind.

Your head would be reeling.

I will continue my journey and my journal

And my rose red rain.

One day you might understand,

I won't show or tell my pain.