you know when they say
gray skies are gonna clear up
well my skies havent cleared
and my happy face isnt showing
instead im stuck in this rut
my mind isnt flowing
im going
and going
but still no movement
im showing a smile
but not feeling an improvement
this sick situation
is killing my high
and i guess ill just wait
until there's not a cloud in the sky
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