Rain
It swatters on the window
Like my blood splatter on my face
It's clean and pure
While I'm dirty and brokenÂ
I lay here
With my limbs everywhere
I'm feelimg so numb
Because of the rains cold embrace
It cleans my woundsÂ
And clears my mind
Protecting my sore, fragile heart
The blood is washed away
And it takes the pain with it
So I don't have to feel it
While I bleed to death
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