This is for You
Just another one, looking out the window
On this lonely night, got no one but me
Don’t need anyone, independent like a widow
Go on, leave me, I like to be free
I see the phonies everywhere, none much better than me
Painted faces, oh painted faces, you’re no different
Lost souls searching for a sense of importance, an identity
It seems like that’s what we’re all searching for these days—be patient.
We’re all wanderers, only just that some don’t realize
Most of us go through that stage, like Holden
It’s fine, because one day, you will recognize
That not everything has an answer—time is golden
Keep playing your favorite music
Dance to your favorite beat
Make your own pick
Fervor is yours, ignite the heat
Go with wherever your heart takes you
Whatever it is, the end result will be perfectly brewed
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