There’s a little grey cloud of woe that wraps me in its arms

Il pleure dans mon coeur comme il pleut sur la ville

It should really be

Il pleur sur ma tete comme il pleure dans mon coeur

It sucks to be me

always drenched in dank clothes,

limp hair pelted by acid raindrops

timed to a metronome

so easy to mutely hex strangers

the cow living upstairs, 

or is she a hippo?

Nah, herbivores don’t sound that fat