When it rains
I’m only happy when it rains
Cuz I love being complicated.
Misery is my constant companion
And we just love when things go wrong.
So I talk in my sleep where no one can hear me,
And I smile in the dark where no one can see.
I’d rather be lonely,
Lonely is so poetic.
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