The cadence of my rain dance is clear,
But in the mirror,
He knows,
He's not good enough,
And it shows.I couldn't prove myself,
To myself.
I dream vivid, only to end up livid,
Put that rage on the shelf.Bottled beyond belief,
Only to crack when stricken.
There is no relief,
No rest,
for the wicked.
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