I Hate The Way
I'm sick of secrets
Sick of lies
Sick of the way you tell me goodbye
I hate the way
You make me feel
When you tell me things were never real
I close my eyes
To forget the pain
And dance along to the beat of the rain
My salty rain
My childhood escape
The tears come down and you're too late
I'm spinning now
My head to the sky
My eyes dry up and I no longer cry
The drops numb me
I can't feel my pain
And everything is lost in the dance of rain.
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