Every one hurts
They like to pray
God knows I don't
So he threw me away

Nature thanks him today
As he pours down the rain
Like flowers that bloom
So does my pain

Now the streets here are wet
But my cheeks are wetter
I've won the game
But I don't feel any better

One more day
One more win
How many games
before healing begins?


 
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