Sometimes I would like to quit, nothing seems to fit,
Feeling down with a frown, in the gutter but looking upwards.
Feel like I don't belong feel like a lonely cloud,
It always seems I'm always here, stuck in my box with outside being the crowd.
What I feel has come and gone before, no need to talk about it because I won't always be on the floor.
Seems the only thing to do is run and find the one who loves me, then pausing I realise there is no need to run.
This rainy day will blow over, but for the moment I miss the sun.
Oliver J. Seymour 2009
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