Acid Rain

Everything has been placed for you tonight, but I'm waiting for tomorrow morning.
For my moment of triumph, maybe tomorrow night I should behold all the advantages you did.
Under the stars and skys, I've called the clouds and they'll be on my side.
The sun will set again and again, just so you can remember these two days so easily.
Each moment rain drops haven't ever been so usefull, burning holes into your journal.
Leaving your eyes teased to re-read the words you valued and mixed with your lies.
This opening sore welcomes you to the world that has been evolved based around our wants instead of our needs.
Corny lines aren't going to be sang in this rain, there's nothing beautiful about boiling skin in the rain.
This'll leave more than a blister in the morning, where advantage will be righfully mine.
Your obnoxious wings stripped at the scene with an adjective without a verb.
The world may never know the difference in which comes first, the morning or the night.
Everything you once built will be drowned and burned in the rain that pelts down like hail.
Sprained wrists that deserve to be broken; the pen is mightier than the sword in this story.
Morning is bound to come, swing that 18 inch revolutionary sword, that's one more line in my morning.
It's inevitable, there doesn't need to be a storm in the morning to tear you limb from limb.
No umbrella will cover you from the truth, you're going to screaming for the cold rain that soothed your skin.
Don't give up this is all going around; honestly don't you love the rain now? The ones that run right through you.
Get off of your torn knees, you have no room to ask for shelter, you yandered for this, I just kept my word it would come.
No not again will flowers blossom over these fields, nor fiction based words in the diary of luck.