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Fall on me, black helicopter....

Published March 03, 2005 by Lexy | E-mail this post

you say it's gonna rain
tomorrow
i heard that in heaven
the sky is waterless
they say it's gonna rain
tomorrow
and i am umbrellaless

you say that there is nothing i can do about it
you say that looking for love
is like digging in the dirt
stop and think about
what you are doing to me
because it hurts
this is it
this is life
and it doesn't get any better
i figured that one out
the moment that i met her but i fail to see what's
so easy about letting go so if you can tell me
you let me know
they say it's gonna rain
tomorrow
i heard that in heaven
the sky is waterless
they say it's gonna rain
tomorrow
and i am umbrellaless
she let it rain
you let it rain
this has hit me
this is captured within the wired
within the dead of my head
better said than sorry
i am sorry
you let it rain

He may hate this shit, but some of it rips my emotions out of my chest and publishes them to a tune.
Why is code in American English? Jerks. I always write "colour" or "Centre" :S

white noise is fucking boring today.
I'm bored.
Lonely.