Tired of feellings, and tired of bad things.
I already can`t smile, and I ready to sleep.
But I cant think, about our feels.
I look at the street, now it rains.
Just open the dour, then will burned by rain...
Burn.... burn... Burn.... By this fuckin rain.
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