Do you ever feel like a plastic bag? Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin? Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?
Do you ever feel already buried deep? Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing. Is there still a chance for me cause there's a spark in me?
I am original, cannot be replace. If you only knew what the future holds. After a hurricane, comes a rainbow. Maybe there's a reason why all the doors are closed. So I could open one that leads me to the perfect road...
So, I shall WAiT...
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