broken skies with a chance of pain.

Dont you rain on my parade

dude.

dont you come in here

sounding like you know

it all.

like youve got

me

all spun up

into one smoothed out

perfect

splinter of

you.

like i dont

Exist

at all.

cause all

i

am

must be yours

and all i can be

is what i

refuse.

and all i feel is

? What ?

whats that?

you? your ego?

your sound? your spin?

no.

No!

no.

Dont you

Fucking

Rain

On

My

Parade.

dude.

I am the parade.

i am

the

parade!

I

am

the-

rain.

the rain.

the

rain.

i am

the goddamn

fucking

r a i n.

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