I've really had it with the rain of the tears. The predictable storm that has come every year, and it sneaks in from shore with a bat in its hand. I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, I can't. You're a thief and a witch but I love you to death, you steal my heart and curse under your breath, but the one thing that I can most willingly prove, that when you are gone I'll be fine without you.
- And I don't know,And I can't guess,
If it's gonna be ok,
But now my last wish
Is that you do this with me.
Kiss me here and hold my hand,
Let me feel like I'm the only one.
I know you can,
Won't you do it for me now?
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