1 to 5, what up ordinary life.
Just everyday tik and tok, waiting for time to pass by.
Collecting all strength to survive,
trying to not feel alien to others, been killing my vibe.
Now, why do I even care
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people and their trait.
Just fake and fake is amplified.
There's nothing to do now.
Just take a dream, a second of imagination there,
being happy inside the head with full heart.
Me, so into the happiness within,
never want to know what's real.
What could you possibly ask for a guy like me.
A just somebody sits in his chair, day to night,
heart half fair, he doesn't have idea of dark and light.
A total gown up child, crashes heart,
where can't be explored
whom is way out not to hear him
.Not that he can't do it, he just doesn't
.Not that he can't do it, he just doesn't
Does he really need a job when he could be all on his head and at the 11th hour get himself with the vibe, like feeling so high, acting up like finished bottle of wine. Talks shit, he never even had idea about "during day time". Does he really need the world around him laying him down resisting his existence.
|Why even live now, he is as good as dead|
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| GAZANANDA |
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