I hate being in a "fuck, i can't do anything right" mood. I hate myself today, i think. I dunno.
When she goes storming out,
I run for cover
Rolling like thunder clouds,
Hanging above her,
Ring in the witching hour,
Spells that I'm singing,
Rain come and drown me out,
Sinking deep below
Can you go another round?
I will follow you down and out,
Let'
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