The rain is my tears.
The sun is what you could make me.
The storm is what you make me.
The ground you walk on is my face.
The girls you flirt with is my heart.

The rain is my tears,
you feel them,
and avoid them.

The sun is what you could make me,
but you don't want to facce up to the truth.

The storm is what you make me,
anger that I bottle up comes out,
I touture innocent 2 yr olds.

The ground you walk on is my face,
anything else I can do for you sir?

The girls you flirt with is my heart,
I see everything you do,
don't try and protect me from the truth.

© not that you'd wanna copy any of this shit! Sasha
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