Its a quarter after three,
Wondering is the grass still green,
Dreaming,
Youre not, who you used to be, when you knew
Dont you ever wonder why,
Youve never seen me in here
The voices in your head,
People, that you thought were dead.
Trying
Nap time, we all lay underneath her desk.
We all look
Every other man who wonders, wonders why he s here,
And
And you, wander downstairs,
To the warmth he built in your
Weightlessness,
Black and white, all color fades to gray.
Alone,
Standing motion
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