When I was younger,
I thought I would be a someone,
but that was not to be,
the rains came down,
by a dropp and a drop,
until they just drown me,
placed to me on a different path,
then I thought I should have been,
that is me once again,
wishing on the lottery,
now laughing at my own misery,
can't there be day light,
can't the sun just shine on me,
can someone just love,
this broken hearted fool,
can the sun, just for once be on me,
that would be so cool.
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