Sunny Days
Sunny Days, but I still feel the rain,
The old me died years ago, but I still feel his pain,
Alone, I found me some fun,
That numbs the pain, that shields me from the rain,
Yes, I've already told you,
I'm not the same, not the same,
No matter where I go, I can't help but show,
I still feel his pain,
No matter were I go, I'm helpless to know,
I still his pain,
My sunny days, are in the rain.
By: D'Andre Brown
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