Have you forecasted a glimpse into tomorrow's
Embarrassment and read the paper
Only to have the headlines say it is going to rain
That's how my life is like without the dough
Without the rainbows, petrichor
It is an endless flood of melancholic pain
**** it's winter
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
Have you forecasted a glimpse into tomorrow's
Embarrassment and read the paper
Only to have the headlines say it is going to rain
That's how my life is like without the dough
Without the rainbows, petrichor
It is an endless flood of melancholic pain
**** it's winter
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