sitting by the window
staring at the stars
thinking to myself
talkin to the moon...
i dont know what i feel
i dont know what to do
i aint acquainted to my heart
and i dont know how to get through
life's a dirt puddle
a lot on my mind
every stone a hurdle
every flower... a thorn a pine...
then a voice within tells me
"dont worry you'll be fine
this isn't gonna stay
someone will take you further
the world will make way,
the time will be yours
abd it will be your day!"
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when you do feel all this flowin through your head, (assuming you do).. what else do you hear.. as in dont some universal questios like "what the hell am i doing here?" and "i don't belong here" (both picked up from creep (-radiohead) also find their neurons in your brain...? if yes please shed those neurons to your blog..
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