It's Raining

It's raining. It's raining.
As lightening strikes the same spot twice
I'm begging God to take my life.
It's raining. It's raining.
But it's not that I want to die
it's just I'm too far gone to try
again. It's raining. It's raining.
In shame I bow my head to say
I give up on this very day.
It's raining. It's raining.
And no one here can see the pain
no need to wipe the tears away.
It's raining. It's raining.
Black rose petals will seek my grave
when my blood soaks the knife it craves.
It's raining. It's raining.
It's raining. It's raining.
It's raining. It's raining.
It's rain.... -ing.
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