I let the rain in.
Why should I be mad at the rain, When I’m the one who opened the window again? I let them in, let them see, The parts of me I shouldn’t set free. Now the storm’s here, and I can’t hide, I opened the door, let them inside. It’s not their fault, I can’t blame the rain, I invited the hurt, and now I feel the pain.
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