it is so nice to look into your eyes
just like the past for all it's worth
when i count all of the things i hate
there is enough time to enjoy the day
your brains are connected to your hearts
to spread the colours from your fingertips
when i take my very first step
i am ready to take a thousand more
the next time i cry i hope it is significant
full of bliss or dying from sorrow
when i see myself from someone else's eyes
maybe then i will understand
my old friends are off living their lives
keeping me in the deep shelves of their hearts
when they finally find their true happiness
i wish our times together could never compare
my eyes are open as i walk into the light
this world is my home but i have a ways to go
when i finally die from the burdens i must hold
let the quiet winds slowly lift them away
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