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It never rains here, it pours.
I sit outside my door, in an old army coat
I find no solace in the words that I wrote.
Some times I search as for somthing to smote.
Some times I search just to search.
Just to have somthing meaningful to do.
Or to find somthing to lurch into this wall.
This wall that is my humble exterior
That seperates me from life beyond myelf.

And as I sit here under this ragedy deck,
with all the rain in the world dripping around me,
Feeling my body starting to rage, and reck,
I stop for a second to take in my suroundings,
I realize that this house is less that it should be
and more than it could be

As I fuble for these word that rime
I forget the heart of it all
some thing that allways happens in time,
And now I am brought to the end of this day.
I remember that half this doesnt make sence,
but thats ok.

Description
It never rains here, it pours.
I sit outside my door, in an old army coat
I find no solace in the words that I wrote.
Some times I search as for somthing to smote.
Some times I search just to search.
Just to have somthing meaningful to do.
Or to find somthing to lurch into this wall.
This wall that is my humble exterior
That seperates me from life beyond myelf.

And as I sit here under this ragedy deck,
with all the rain in the world dripping around me,
Feeling my body starting to rage, and reck,
I stop for a second to take in my suroundings,
I realize that this house is less that it should be
and more than it could be

As I fuble for these word that rime
I forget the heart of it all
some thing that allways happens in time,
And now I am brought to the end of this day.
I remember that half this doesnt make sence,
but thats ok.