I sit by myself in my room

Staring out the windows as I await my doom

There’s a song that plays in reverse

But I alone know each and every verse

It’s sad what the rain says to me

As the song plays its melody

It begs me to listen, to open my heart

But for many years, it hasn’t a start

Drops of rain spill in from a window crack

Hoping to warn my and bring me back

But long since the days of my old self

And that stupid record remains on the shelf

I try to remember the words it said

Or how it was supposed to be read

But since it only play in reverse

Only I have known its verse

I could try and play it again

But I know that words that will be said

It will play and play badly

And I will sit by this window sadly

The rain begs me to play it in my heart

But, alas, I feel only bitter and tart

My world hasn’t known that song for some time

And if I play it now, it might break my mind

So I sit by this window and listen to the rain

As the droplets fall down again and again

And I mourn the song that plays in reverse

And how I only know its once loved verse