And the clouds are grey
Looks like to burst out with rain.
And I am sitting on the swing
Thinking
Of the scene I'm about to see.
Such a suttle storm.
Turning into a rampage
The clouds hold in their breath
Turn blue Comes the damage
I won't close the window
And pull the shade
I want this to last
Never fade
Really, now.
all of these are from the same old people
The same old things
Oh, agony
The same old days
The same old thing stays.
These blue eyes will stare
Until you give me an answer
Where's the sun?
The storm should've been done.
I won't close the window
And pull the shade
I want this to last
Never fade
My life is a coincidence.
My life is a coincidence.
I want to scream it out so bad
But I clench my teeth so
I don't say anything
Don't say a thing
I want something
different, different.
other than what I hear all the time.
which looked like a cursive Z
Then again, the number three.
I give myself a round of applause in my mind.
Some change.
Everything's the same.
My life is a coincidence.
My life is a coincidence.
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