Pain
It falls upon me,
Down like rain
And like it too, it chills
Only on the inside it kills
It tempts me, oh it tempts me so
To follow the rain's own flow
Should I, should i not
It says it'll give me, what I sought
A crown of thorns
Upon my head, it adorns
Fears and lies
The foundation for why I cry
I thought it was the rain
But it was only the tears of my pain
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