I think it's going to rain, rain down.
Watch me drown,
Without a sound.
I'm still lost, crying to be found.
I would've traveled the world around.

Is it just me, or did my dreams fly out the window?
There they go.
I sit low,
Waiting for tomorrow.
It's all your fault that it gets here slow.

Nothing can help me,
I'm here alone mentally.
I just wish that you could see,
That I won't make it through safely.
I guess this is how I'm destined to be.

You can't look through my eyes,
So prepare your last good-byes.
Hear my cries; I'm sick of your lies.
It's you I despise.
We're done; the loose ends have ties.

So save it for later,
Because of you I'm an everything-hater.
 
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