Were all the same
The sky explodes
With colors misunderstood
Some days she puts down her walls
Others, She hides.
Her eyes grow cloudy,
And then she cries.
Knowing we are just passing by
She's loved and lost And no matter how hard she tries,
There she remains
She's perfectly, absolutely
Completely insane
I Guess we’re all the same
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