April Shower Rains

They say bad moods come and go.
But this one staying.
Longer than the April Shower Rains.

A foreign mood.
Better than good.
But worse than bad.

You made me this way.
Your the reason I hate my life.
Whats the point of living.
When living is hating.

But they say bad moods come and go.
Yet this one is still saying.

Everything you told me.
Was a lie.
Those happy days are washed away.
By the April Shower Rains.

But the love still stays.
Cause rain brings.
The sunny May.
I hope it will bring.

Cause I hate these.
April Shower Rains.

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