Here I am, stumbling down the street
The rain's pouring down
I'm staring at my feet
But splashing on my feet it is
my tears and not the rain
They're are salty and bloodstained
From my agonizing pain
Nobody could be more
mad at me than me
Why was I so stupid?
Never again will she trust me
She's asking me too many questions
Ones I want so much to ignore
But I've brought this on myself
What else could I have been asking for?
When I think about the way things are
The tears roll down my face
If only I could turn back time
I would've never ended up in this place.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC
Here I am, stumbling down the street
The rain's pouring down
I'm staring at my feet
But splashing on my feet it is
my tears and not the rain
They're are salty and bloodstained
From my agonizing pain
Nobody could be more
mad at me than me
Why was I so stupid?
Never again will she trust me
She's asking me too many questions
Ones I want so much to ignore
But I've brought this on myself
What else could I have been asking for?
When I think about the way things are
The tears roll down my face
If only I could turn back time
I would've never ended up in this place.
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