Hurl yourself towards the asphalt
Don't halt, don't halt.
Blame it all on a famous cult
Don't halt, don't halt.
Suicidal rain
Do it again
Feel the pain
See the stains
Nothing remains
Of suicidal rain
Nothing remains
Of suicidal rain.
Take your (b)rain-washed friends with you
Please do, please do.
Tell them to blame it on the cult too
Please do, please do.
Suicidal rain
Do it again
Feel the pain
See the stains
Nothing remains
Of suicidal rain
Nothing remains
Of suicidal rain.
What goes up must come down
What comes down must turn brown
What turns brown must go up again
So don't worry suicidal rain
Cause what turns brown must go up again.
Hang yourself with your own rope
Don't stop, don't stop.
Lie to yourself that there's no hope
Don't stop, don't stop.
Suicidal rain
Do it again
Feel the pain
See the stains
Something remains
Of suicidal rain
Something remains
Of suicidal rain.
Listen to the rhythm of suicidal rain...
great poem...i can relate a lot, but i've cut so much that I cant feel it very much n e more...but n e way good poem i enjoyed reading it
Thank you for reading my
Thank you for reading my poem. I hope you find peace and happiness and that you stop cutting. May joy and laughter be yours :-)
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