The relentless downpour makes me think that maybe God hates me.
I'm eccentric and you're an overzealous puppy.
Five years from now, will we be in hell?
They say passion's the key to success;
But not without discipline, and a stubborn determination.
Jupiter's calling and my heart is trembling.
The clock strikes twelve; earth to melody.
My reward and my punishment.
My joy and my trepidation.
We're one and the same, remedy and poison.
Or perhaps, a parallel universe, operating in tandem.
The sun will shine down on me tomorrow;
A child of God, I know no sorrow.
But in the meanwhile,
Will you hold me forever, in this never-ending downpour?
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