Irony

Why does it always start to rain three steps far from home Why do we feel lost the most when we're actually not alone Trying to keep our hearts away from being hurt by anyone We kiss goodbye our childhood dreams Trading our souls for a good night of sleep And still we wake up to good intentions leading to bitter ends Forgive me for not sticking around to see also we have build fall apart I no longer stay awake For short summers and no air to breathe In these crowded streets