Sun, Sun, Go Away. Leave My Misery For Another Day.

Sometimes when it rains, I can't help but smile.  It's like the sky can feel my pain and the clouds want to cry. Why give the sun all the glory when it always shines so bright.  Up and down it goes, always the same.  Up and down it rises and sets to bring another day.  How I'd wish it away.  The sun doesn't feel my pain; it doesn't cry in sympathy.  The Sun, you'll never know tragedy.