Add a file to the ranks
Of the ones who feel dead inside
The kind of girl who would pierce
Her own ears just to feel something
God sent the rain to camouflage the tears on my face
God sent the rain to camouflage the tears on my face
The seed is planted the doubt remains
Is it all in her head, Is it this pain she craves
The fire’s burning, she fans the flame,
Her own thoughts, her own demise
God sent the rain to camouflage the tears on my face
God sent the rain to camouflage the tears on my face
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la

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