Pale blood running through my veins
Clothe me with coldness in the falling rain
Each dropp falls like spring tears
Trying to hold it back before reaching the ground
and unfold all my fears
Though I’m with you still it constantly ppurs
Struggling for survival though the cloud is yours
Reminiscing the sweet rainy days
God help me forget hugs and kisses’ taste
I hate how much i love the rain
Though it’s hurting me, with open arms I embrace the pain
Yes, he’s aware that he’s soaking me wet
He’s got all of me, drained and dried… there’s nothing left
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