Let the rain pour down on me.

Let it was away my shame

Cause I can't stand to look down

at myself and see my mistakes laid out like

angry red welts on my skin

and see the dark raised edges of my scars,


learned the hard way.

Life isn't punishment and reward nor is it

pleasure and pain .

It's a series of blind decisions with

a consequence for every choice.


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