Cloud 9
I used to love life so much
I was on cloud nine
And I imagined that was just
How everyone else felt, too.
Who allowed me to be on cloud 9?
They should never have let me
Get the idea of a perfect life
Into my little head.
When my life fell apart
Cloud 9 disappeared, and I fell.
But who was there to catch me?
No one.
Everyone was gone
And I was left to climb
Back up to cloud 9.
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