Deja vu...

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I have been here before.

It smelt like roses crying red tears

I have been here before,

The sky is grey as it was in the morning...

I have been here before.

Standing in the same spot and in the same rain

I have been here before,

No longer can tell if it's just rain, piss or tears

And yet all I know is......I have been here...

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