I only pick it up when it rains.
Now every day is just the same.
My red umbrella accompanies me
wherever I go, ‘Cause I know,
You won’t be there anymore.
My tears hit the floor.
I never put it down
for the clouds surround.
The clouds are where you used to be.
They are the only ones that comfort me.
You may be on cloud nine, but here
they just, confine.
Tell me what it’s like.
To love life.
‘Cause I might just drown
before anyone, gets to me in time.
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