Could it be that it's done?
Life goes on and so must we.
Speak your mind,
just don't hold back,
when night comes,
let's just pray to see the day.
Most my life,
I'm just biding time,
and here I am,
doing fine.
Should we trust the paper masks?
The birds all flew away,
and so did I.
Half-hearted disguises lay lies,
tearful eyes,
wash our lives.
Most the time,
I'm wasting my life,
following the words of
"How I died" by "The Living Man"
Give an arm and leg,
try to stay sane.
I am fine,
wasted away.
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