GONE
Born with a heart of gold,it must be told, about me..
I couldn't see once upon a time, completely blind as a B-A-T...
Without wings and things to carry me on my way..
Still I pray to the Lord above,say thanks for another day..
Okay,got no time to play or even lay on a couch to chill..
Because there's too many vacant spots in my life, I need to fill..
For real, I feel like a ferris wheel,on side of a hill alone..
Or like a magic trick, now you see me. Now you don't, cause I'm GONE.
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