Unpack your bags I beg you please.
Dragging you back while on my knees.
Tis better to have loved and lost.
But I never knew how much that cost.
The sun stood guard on my desire.
Till clouds marched in and opened fire.
In true pathetic fallacy,
The heavens opened up on me.
And I, oh I
Am crying and trying to find what isn't there.
And it's not fair
No it's not fair.
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