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 look again, then talk with my brain.
Just open the dour, then will burned by rain...
Burn.... burn... Burn.... By this fuckin rain.
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