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Thursday morning, only 4 a.m.

Few and far between are my friends

I’m searching for a new me

One I can look straight faced and say

Tomorrow when I get out of bed

No regrets, no regrets.



Is this what fate can be,

A never-ending circle that escapes me?

I’m trapped and I’m not found

It’s hard to keep my feet upon the ground.



And rainy days,

They never seem to go away

Always seem they’re here to stay

Go away, go away!