It Never Rains But It Pours

Thought your troubles were over at last,
Thought they were all consigned to the past,
It seems they’re all over and then,
They raise their ugly heads once again.
When you think that you’ve figured things out,
There’s an uneasy feeling of doubt,
It seems like you’ve been in the wars,
It never rains but it pours.
No, it never rains but it pours.
Who knows when your troubles will end?
But a problem always brings a friend,
And there’s never just one or two,
Don’t worry, it’s not only you.
When life feels too good for a while,
They come to steal your smile.
All these problems, they’re yours,
It never rains but it pours.
No, it never rains but it pours.
And when, when, when,
Will good times return once again?
And who decreed the set of laws,
Which state it never rains but it pours?
If you get a sense of satisfaction,
It seems to trigger a chain reaction,
You put up a fight to defend,
But this feeling must come to an end.
You tie versions of logic together,
Before you reach the end of your tether.
Spring arrives but Winter never thaws,
It never rains but it pours.
No, it never rains but it pours.
And when, when, when,
Will good times return once again?
And who decreed the set of laws,
Which state it never rains but it pours?
It feels like there’s no point, there’s no cause,
It never rains but it pours.
No, it never rains but it pours.
Yet it always rains…