Now Can You See
The world keeps on falling.
Oh, can it get any harder?
Can you hear the pleas for shelter?
We can't keep living this way.
Our eyes are polluted.
Can you even see the stars?
Everything is disappearing.
Nothing is visible anymore.
The lights are burning low.
Dreams are starting to fade.
Mirrors don't reflect your image.
Do you know what this means?
Do you know where to go
For seeking help?
I know you feel like you're dying
Inside and out.
See this is why,
I want to live free.
I just want to be me.
I'm living in a life full of Tuesdays.
Now can you see,
Why I must go on?
Now can you tell,
Why I feel this way?
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