#1
the rains pouring down from the sky
like tears of a god who's betrayed or lied
lets dance below these damp clouds
walk aimlessly, lets drink to our misery

she pulls out into the night
wishing she could stay
but that dont make it right
so i stumbled to bed, my eyes all red
and poured myself a drink to pass time

everything i do doesnt seem right
everything i dont do makes us fight
ive gone way over my head
its not that i want to die
but id rather be dead
i come from the oldtime baby
too late for you to save me
#2
ORANGES!!! J/K..

It's a lil short but not too bad.

the rains pouring down from the sky
like tears of a god who's betrayed or lied
lets dance below these damp clouds
walk aimlessly, lets drink to our misery


The first two lines are decent, but not really something that jumps out at me. I like the words damp clouds. Gives the indication of what they would feel like if you touched them, very nice choice of words there. I liked the aimlessly/misery bit even though drinking to misery does seem cliche' at times.

she pulls out into the night
wishing she could stay
but that dont make it right
so i stumbled to bed, my eyes all red
and poured myself a drink to pass time


I like the setup here. Not too complicated, pretty straight foward verse. Don't really have much to say about it otherwise. It works, but kinda plain.

everything i do doesnt seem right
everything i dont do makes us fight
ive gone way over my head
its not that i want to die
but id rather be dead


The everything twice here works fine. Anymore than that would have been too repititious. The gone way over my head part isn't anything special, been used quite a bit in writing, so it kinda turns off from it. But I did like the contrast in the next two line, not wanting to die but rather be dead. That's good. All in all decent piece, could use a lil work. Well, if ya have time ya can crit mine, "Hooked" down below. Happy Writings!
#3
i thought u did a good job here man check out my song that i just posted "country song untitled" if u would be so kind