Cloudy times make for perfect rhymes. The storm clears and you are left with showered grass, glowing more than ever. You'd be suprised how well the sun can be written.
Victim of identity theft
that's what i seem to be
who would have thought I'd be left
No one to look up to besides me
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Watch me as I crumble
I'll break apart and die
Hear me as I'm screaming
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You always seem to justify,
the way you make my heart shed
Well I've wasted too many rags
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I’m afraid I may be late
A year to be precise
Why did I wait
And choose self sacrifice?
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