The drought was the very worst
When the 花 that we'd grown together died of thirst
It was months, and months of back and forth
You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore
Hung my head as I 迷失 the war, and the sky turned black like a perfect storm
Rain came pouring down when I was drowning
That's when I could finally breathe
And 由 morning gone was any trace of you,
I think I am finally clean
There was nothing left to do
When the 蝴蝶 turned to dust that covered my whole room
So I punched a hole in the roof
Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you
The water...
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