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I guess----today must be my lucky day
Because----the skies are filling up with gray
Which means----that someone else will have to play
This game----which never seems to go away.
I swear----that I just cannot stand the rain
But then----it helps to drown out all the pain
I feel----within my torn and shattered brain
At times----when I feel that I've gone insane.
I want----to teach the ones who try to tell
Me that----my story is too hard to sell
Until----their egos cease their constant swell
They need----to stay out of my prive hell.
I see----the future of the dawning day
I'll die----my skin will then begin to gray
Ad then----never again this game I'll play
But wait----I won't be very far away.
Look hard----you'll see me standing in the rain
My eyes----will tell you of my endless pain
Though death----consumes my flesh and rots my brain
You'll know----that I'm still very much insane.
And as----your nightmares slowly try to tell
You that----I know the lies you tried to sell
To me----your terror will begin to swell
As I----drag you into my private hell
To stay.