Breathing of the mind, baring of the soul
Heart of stone, so sad and cold
Living the draft of God's own plans
Carving your own way with your own hands
I don’t know why and what is wrong
I don’t understand the ways of the throng
I smile, I laugh, I giggle and I play along
I turn deaf to my sorrows as if they are long gone
It hurts when you don’t understand me
It hurts when you are not ready to see
The pain, the ache, the soreness of it all
Lending an ear to your constant sorrows of the fall
You should have comprehended me
My unspoken sentiments and my closed up glee
Because I couldn’t let it out, wild and free
Nor could I think out loud for the world to see
It’s a connection, a telepathic spark
That had to be there from the start
Lost it was as lost as myself
First it wavered and then it failed
I’m sure we’ll restructure the foundation
That very base of our branded existence
We were there and we are here
To animate the sketch drawn earlier
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