i wish i was five
and i was fine
and i didn’t have to lie
didn’t need someone to be mine
and never felt some incline
never had to stand at the battle line
to find a sign
now i just take a sip of red wine
try to align
some star in the sky
always standing on a fault line
nothing can ever be devine
‘cause when you grow old
everything begins to show
and it’s hard to lie low
and all you want is to get by
the days begin to pass by
and you grab a pillow
and begin to cry
not looking for a hero
but you look up
look out the window
and realize
it’s no good to live
in limbo
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