The Rain

by Bec   Jan 28, 2006


She says,
honey bleed all you want,
take that knife,
&& dig it right through your flesh,
drip drip,
oh baby it wasn't the rain,
oh baby it wasn't the rain,
it was you,
so cover me in kisses,
you and you and you and you,
maybe it will make the scabs,
oh baby it wasn't the rain,
the rain,
the rain,
THE RAIN!.

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