It rains too much and Detroit sucks, so I wrote a poem about it.
This storm of sadness
I dance in drops of despair
my shadow, a drenched facade
puddles of worthless reflection
I could dance without a care
But you'll cry
you'll die without me
So I suffer the storm
I've forgotten when we were warm.
This storm of sadness
I dance in drops of despair
my shadow, a drenched facade
puddles of worthless reflection
I could dance without a care
But you'll cry
you'll die without me
So I suffer the storm
I've forgotten when we were warm.