Ok I just wrote this, please let me know what you think.

The brilliant sun was cast down,
The moon took shape and I began to drown.
So come on keep raining Seattle,
Show me this life that I’m wasting.

Holding back is not my nature,
I don’t want this to end up

you're shaking and feeling lost,
that's the making of destiny,
forming in your heart eventually.
If I'm so plain to see what's the mystery?

What’s so hard to see,
When I’m standing in front of you?
Can’t you see me falling apart?
I’m singing this as my last plea.

At the show the lights went down,
I pictured you sitting on the couch,
With my guitar looking up
And smiling back at me!

The rain started coming,
And I started writing,
And this is what I’m getting:
The little things that make me think of you!

you're shaking and feeling lost,
that's the making of destiny,
forming in your heart eventually.
If I'm so plain to see what's the mystery?

What’s so hard to see,
When I’m standing in front of you?
Can’t you see me falling apart?
I’m singing this as my last plea.
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