not the rain.
I was searching for the light, I lost the will to fight. What's the use of being alive? When you're already dead inside. Hold me, help me, one more time. Lost in shadows, can't find my way. I'm on my knees again, Hear my cry, my prayers, my pain. I need the sun not the rain.
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