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when your hands hover above the keyboard

like you can't say whats on your mind

when good times came so often they'd be stored 

but not so, anymore that you would find 

                                               could find 

they avaded you

       avoided you 

because you were different from the rest 

from your friends 

but they would swear

they didn't care 

only you did 

you didn't want to drag them down

with your thoughts of higher ground 

 it was only you that could drown 

because your thoughts would weigh you down 

while they would float "it's not that hard"

but it is, for someone like me 

someone who only dreams of being free 

who dreams up a fantasy

who knew that smiles were not for free

cause they couldn't bring themselves to believe 

felt only they knew nothing is for free 

people take and take but never give 

dug ourselves a hole so deep 

 

 

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