5pm, my work is over
A bottle of wine, a frozen dinner
A disturbing documentary
Wish someone would hold me down and love me
Before I hit myself
Before I hurt myself
* Where is the rain you promised?
Where is the rain you promised?
Where is the rain you promised me?
I hide away in a cul-de-sac
No one knows I’m here
‘Cept the fear and the arrogance
Walk the streets like a stranger
‘Til someone knows I’m there
And then they want something
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