Here comes the rain,
here comes the pain
youve got nothing left,
your hopes and dreams slain...
Reality kicks in,
the crying begins,
this is your punishment,
for all of your sins...
You cant accept it,
this doesnt fit the crime,
not in your mind,
but it does in mine...
Everythings shattered,
all torn apart,
your sorrow is
my work of art...
The teardrops run out,
you fall in the mud,
dead but still crying...
Teardrops of blood....
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