I was crying in the downpour when you left me in torment.
I was looking for answers and energy to acquire.
I was losing trust for me to hold
our romantic tale that was untold
Gracious, my affection, why, goodness, why?
For what reason mightn't I at any point quit crying, why, mightn't?
Is it since you fizzled, you neglected to attempt,
to cherish me as I felt for you, gracious, my sweet pie?
Assuming you never adored me, the manner in which I did,
for what reason did you not tell me, presently I'm harmed.
Also, now that you abandoned me,
how might I go on, all alone?
Be that as it may, if some time or another we'll meet once more,
remember that I cried in the downpour.
The downpour who saw all my aggravation.
The aggravation who figured me how to cherish once more.
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