Everything is dying, it's time to leave
I have places to run to.
I have friends, but they have their own lives,
And I can't stand not giving up on them.
I have places to run to.
I have friends, but they have their own lives,
And I can't stand not giving up on them.
Big ideas, the grater half,
Small body and a stomach full of regrets.
Thoughts and words, drip from it,
I am waiting for my morning star.
We are special, in ways we can't appreciate.
Words and cogs we cannot understand.
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