until then all i see is thunder and pouring rain.
and its ok, because its all the same.
just different days..
one day i'll find myself again
until then its a stranger looking in the mirror..
and its ok, because no one knows..
its not me.
one day i'll pick myself up
until then i'll crawl towards the sky..
and its ok, because after all
everyone dies.
one day i'll be who i was
until then i'll lie to myself telling myself its ok
and its ok, because no one knows..
i died already..
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