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I am the remnants of the last rainy day,
The clouds around just won’t fade away,
Although it tries,
The blood never dries,
Yet it drips on down,
Never making a sound,
Cover up thoughts with a bandage,
Now you're popping pain pills like candy
All of those sinister thoughts,
And those things you should take to court,
But you won’t, will you?
No one realises what you’ve been through,
Where’s a bottle of vodka when you need it?
And all those times that you never succeeded,
They say there’s nothing there,
So you pretend not to care,
The mirror lies again and again,
To you, who is truly insane.