the way i see the world is the same it sees me
all i care for the dust is to fly over by me
the pages that fly down by my side are hard to read any more
the way you read them makes me feel why didn't i snatched and tore
the view of the window makes me wonder is there a world so beautiful
the warm air in the day and the night stunning with breeze so cool
the happy things are the ones that make do things that they wanna do
when you do nothing at the end you cry and curse your destiny and you sue
so live up to the dream and fight it hard to reach and breathe
as the end nears one day you will be all alone crying beneath.
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