Rot

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Getting down, I will then rise,
Now, I want to cry a lot.
The rain makes this day nice,
Just wait, my pain will rot.
Falling drops make such sound,
Which lets me think life is so great.
Nobody to be around,
I don't anymore wait for you, my mate.
Wondering why I am failure,
I come to realize I am not.
I am just like a sailor,
Who knows that pain will rot.
A sad smile and I still cry,
But know the feelings will die.
Today, I want to be alone,
You can a seat in my throne.