Seems like I'm always singing in the rain,
Or smiling through the pain.
I'm loosing this fight to stay sane,
And I'm not sure if that's a loss or a gain.
Everyone knows that I'm drained,
And everything I touch leaves a stain.
Now I have been slain,
And it's so inhumane.
Everything you do has been feigned,
And all of it was in vain.
Every decision is a strain,
And we're walking on a thin plane.
But this is my reign,
You honestly expect me to do this again?
I suggest you explain,
Why you have me hanging by a chain.
All you do is make believe,
With the intent to deceive.
This treatment,
I have done nothing to receive.
Perhaps I should take my leave,
But first, tell me.
If I did, would you grieve?
