A hug that warms my flesh but chills my spine
What's this feeling, who's to judge
The rainy days are all a sign
But to them I hold no grudge
Annie say's the sun will come out tomorrow
I was told tomorrow isn't promised
So I have to play today in the cold
Since I don't believe until I see, like Saint Thomas
I don't know what to make of the seconds that past
But we must make the most of them
The different sides of me clash
It baffles me, the host of them
Inside me they enter an upheaval
All because of the soul that's innocently evil!
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