Story Behind The Song
One of the few songs Shelly's written that doesn't have a real-life story behind it... interesting...
||Pop - Rock
There's a rainy day loungin' in my head
It's the same black cloud that crawls beneath my bed
It follows me the whole day through
It's the doubt I get, when I think of you.
Everytime, we say goodbye
I hope we try to make it right
But you don't write
And I don't call
We don't try to make it right at all.
There's a forking road travlin' in my head
It's the twisted path of all the things you've said
I try to follow to get me through
I just get lost eveytime I do.