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so says the stranger on the box of idiocy he's never right new shoes freshly displayed readily marked for yesterday Happiness is beaming outside right now coating the world his splendid gold wrong again man on the tube But a clumsy umbrella stalking never hurt its prey I dared contamination precious plated pleasure "Life is short" a humble mumble strolling blind without night I bear it proudly scream it loudly I'm the disciple my wonderful smile why is it gray? what are you saying? I feel a drop upon my face must be dew drops stubbornly here its not rain must be my tear its too dark to lie how can I cry? the sky is falling the sky is falling I guess the pest will keep his word keep me dry changing the world not even over night steaming the gold into rusty sights blow howl rain rain go away... arms over me I pray keep me from melting away wet then soaked drenched and drowned baptized without religion clinging to my broken lightening rod my faulty life jacket hand it out creeping sponge that can't hold anymore drop the umbrella lets dance in the rain I'll take your hand destroy oceans with a foot tsunami of the earth cloaked tears might be here secrets live only in silence the splatter of the drops held for those days behold a smirk that used to lurk behind these eyes I know I hated sunny days 50% chance for thunderstorms by eternalslacker |