I've seen hundreds of dreary days where rain would pour from the darkened skies.
Still I can't find any moisture falling from my eyes.
Like a broken weathervane.
I feel souless and out of place.
Don't ask me when things are gonna change.
I can't even tell you when it's gonna rain.
Shaky hands and a weathered face will tell you stories of some of the struggles I've faced.
What does your face say about lines that you've traced?
It's no wonder why we all medicate in our own ways.
Some healthy.
Some bad.
One things for sure.
We all know what it's like to feel sad.
So today whether you're happy or sad.
Rock that bitch like it's a fad.
Moods change with the weather.
You can't be happy or sad forever.
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