Perspective
caught me eyeing down the ropes
thinking "no hope, no hope"
climbing up a wooden chair
thinking "what's here, what's here"
but a new perspective changes things
can't see that bully bully
caught me making up my mind
thinking "I'm fine, I'm fine"
climbing up a wooden ladder
saying "see you later, see you later"
but a new perspective changes things
now my problems don't seem as worldly worldly
but can I change you to see me?
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