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This rain that pours through my brain, the torrential thoughts, the pride, the blame, Holds a constant picture with a changing frame... and that part you spend more focus on, whether right or wrong, turns every pattern into your Real-Life-Song. Society holds its definition of 'success', and I've been through its worst & best, when all falls away one thing I Know, Is the music never lets me Go

This rain that pours through my brain, the torrential thoughts, the pride, the blame, Holds a constant picture with a changing frame... and that part you spend more focus on, whether right or wrong, turns every pattern into your Real-Life-Song. Society holds its definition of 'success', and I've been through its worst & best, when all falls away one thing I Know, Is the music never lets me Go