When it rains it pours.
It pours my time out.
It poors my bank account.
It pours gasoline on my soul.
By drips and drops,
It runs out of control,
But I just fight and fight.
I'll get even if I can't get right,
Hopes and plans and rage alight,
But further back I slide and slide,
My mood grows further black from white
'Til I come unclean out the other side.
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