Under The Ceiling
Here I Lay Under the ceiling and over the ground
Lying in the middle, never to be found
Im too sad to move and too shy to stand
here I Lay under the ceiling and over the ground
watching light turn to darkness in matter of seconds
everyday is different but it still feels the same
as I Lay here Under the ceiling and over the ground
-ERS
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