It Rained On My Tie.
I like moving many things, in life that need to move.
West, east I always try, as many seem to be tried.
I don’t understand when you tell me that, and thus need to know..
When will this kind of life end? Answers for this question aren’t available yet I guess.
Hustle hard you will succeed, but play it wisely.
Remember many have fallen victims of situations.
Please you’re confusing me the more and yet I need answers.
Wait! Wait! I need one more chance to ask, for this time I’ll do it on haste.
Look! I’m concluding, babies are born laughing.
And I like looking at them do it, Ha! Ha! Ha! It’s me laughing.
Look! Look! Look! I need to know.
And I don’t have time for this, please help!
I mean good luck will rain on you unknowingly
So it’s high time you became set all the time.
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