Sour Rain

I’m standing in the cold sour rain
Realising what people think of me
Thinking that they hate me
Thinking that they want me dead
Wondering if there friends out there for me
Who love me with all my heart
And never letting me down
But I think that isn’t for me
I’m the black sheep
That’s why I’m standing in the cold sour rain
Wondering if I should leave this game
Killing my self for this personal gain