Painful Melody
Painful Melody
This day sounds scary,
Which makes me weary,
Of all the things she said,
The worst was the one with shattering head.
He, who bears the pain,
Of the painful melody,
With the silent rain,
With a tint of red
And a tint of black,
She hides behind the pale white shed,
For this day sounds scary,
Making him teary.