The wells of fear swell up inside me,
the raindrops begin to fall.
I can see great roars of fire,
Burning through it all.
A hopeless and lost contact
is all that you've become.
The only thing I've ever asked-
be my one, be my one.
It's not that I am holding on,
it's the mere fact I can't forget.
My one and only love,
the one whom I do not regret.
So fall on me, rain,
wash away the pain.
I'm still right here right now;
but still, I am barely sane.

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