Rainy Day Blues (Final Resting Place Revised)
You're locked in your room and tied to your bed
There's blood on your pillow from the hole in your head
You lay and you wait, just welcoming death
No fight or struggle as you breathe your last breath
The rain is cold as it thunders and storms
But your blood flows red, silent and warm
The wind blows hard as it howls through the trees
You lay motionless as I beg and I plead
A tear drop falls on your pale colored skin
There's a smile as you whisper faintly, "Allison"
A gun shot to your head, a bullet to the brain
No matter how you word it, the results are just same
The lighting will flash and the thunder will roar
Time will move forward, but for you no more
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