Early in the morning,
Late at night
It is always raining
With the speed of light.
My day was tight,
My night was bright
Before
They came to me.
I'm useless
I feel bad,
My life is worthless,
I'm sad
And selfish.
Every single day
I do something wrong,
For what I have to pay
And there's nothing wrong.
It's always raining,
All day long.
What have I done?
It doesn't matter...
Rain clouds
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