Tears sticking to my face like a stain
Head bowed under the umbrella in the rain
All I feel is pain
And I can’t move
I’ve lost my groove
And it didn’t take much of anything
I feel like on the inside I’m hemorrhaging
I have a hard time swallowing her suggestion
Almost like a feeling of indigestion
She was so ignorant
That now I’m feeling indignant
Now my face is indigo
With a bad case of vertigo
Awh, here we go
Another one bites the dust
She ate the inside of my pie and left the crust
I go deaf to everything outside my mind
It’s raining hard, like the earth committed a crime
Drop the umbrella and step into the rain
Maybe it’ll help me swallow my pain
Gulp
From poetry book "Journey" ; ISBN: 978-0-615-26495-0
Head bowed under the umbrella in the rain
All I feel is pain
And I can’t move
I’ve lost my groove
And it didn’t take much of anything
I feel like on the inside I’m hemorrhaging
I have a hard time swallowing her suggestion
Almost like a feeling of indigestion
She was so ignorant
That now I’m feeling indignant
Now my face is indigo
With a bad case of vertigo
Awh, here we go
Another one bites the dust
She ate the inside of my pie and left the crust
I go deaf to everything outside my mind
It’s raining hard, like the earth committed a crime
Drop the umbrella and step into the rain
Maybe it’ll help me swallow my pain
Gulp
From poetry book "Journey" ; ISBN: 978-0-615-26495-0
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