I believe everyone has rain,
Everyone has pain.
Everyone has sun,
Everyone has fun.
Everyone has a rainbow,
but mine is lacking color.
Everyone has a rainbow,
just like every other.
Red and orange, green then blue.
Yet all I have is gray, hardly a view.
Every one has a leprechaun, to send them aces of clubs,
mine must be quite dead, or overdosed on drugs.
Either way he is as absent as white is to gray,
he ignores the shine of the light from day.
He hides under the moon,
then laughs when I meet my doom.
Here I am as dead as my leprechaun's soul,
I'm filled with hate, because he lacked control.
No luck? Well fuck. I couldn't care less.
Now I raise a rainbow, I am a leprechaun, I won't bless.
I guide someone over their life,
just because I can, I'll lead them to misery and strife.
As my leprechaun led me to the end of my rainbow without color.
I will do the same, ruin her pretty reflection, exactly like every other.