The start
I wouldnt mind if it rained My head is already gloomy I cant bear the pain Theres too much strain I've played this game Theres too much flame Yet im the one to blame We are not the same My head is not sane Im just gaining more pain This is a chain You left a stain on my heart Aiming with a dart Ive done my part But im going right back To the start
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