My Address
It's funny to think how one choice changes me
Life is weird, it's weird to be
Like if I went to a different school
Would I be used like a tool?
If I was in a different family
How would that change my story?
If I lived in a different time
What would I find?
It's weird to think of "It's a small world"
When in reality
I'm a speck of dust
Lonely.
There are places out there beyond the stars
Very far, far, far
My address is longer than I ever knew
My house,
My street,
My city,
My district,
My state,
My country,
My continent,
My hemisphere,
My world,
My solar system,
My galaxy,
My universe.
Long,
Long,
Long.
And if one part of that address was changed
I probably wouldn't be the same
Lucky,
Lucky,
Lucky.
Who do I want to be?
I guess we'll see
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