Nothing To Wonder At

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Ha Ha of course
They can’t take the ring back
I’m force
Fully fucked in my ass
Now six hundred dollars
Of tax return cash
Is lost
All tossed into the past

Flame

Oh won’t it fucking rain

On

Me

Oh won’t it fucking rain

Please God before
I’m burned red and black
Extinguish
This flame on my back
Send me some help
I’ve lost all control
Forgot
How to stop, drop, and roll

Rain

Oh won’t it fucking rain

On

Me

Oh won’t it fucking rain

Should I be allowed
To complain out loud
About
The pain in my heart
Because after all
I had a choice
To quit
Before it had to start

I must be dumb
Thought I could be numb
I thought
I could forget it all

But

I don’t decide
For the one that must hide
Won’t care
Or have a conscience inside

Why

Oh God

Help me out here
Please send me some rain
Please make some things clear
I’m so sick of the pain

Why am I so burnable
It’s all non-returnable

Now who should I trust

Who should I trust

In

God

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