i'm only happy when it rains
dont judge me by your false pretenses
i'm only happy when it rains
so pour your miseries out...
name your favorite scar
and let the harsh drops heal those scars
pour your miseries out
pour your miseries out
you ain't some dead leaf
rustling by...
no, i'm not falling
no, i wont regret
i'm closer to the edge
but i aint dying yet...
so, pour your miseries out
cuz i'm only happy when it rains...
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