I wish I could make it rain
Wash your tears away and alleviate your pain
I once had an affinity for my vein
But, thankfully, that habit has waned
My family struggles with my existence
Ironically, so do I
Where I once dreamt of acceptance
I now ask the question why
I can't tell if you care, or are you just influenced
Do you just feel bad because of our understanding of youth?
I do pine for you to be my constituent
But know underneath it all I am good; it's the truth
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