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.
I can keep my head down.
I can put my hands up.
That won't make it stop,
So tell me “keep your head up.”
It's not your neck,
Or your day of a thousand cuts.
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