Just a little something I wrote up today cause I felt like it:
I know you think you’re happy
That you’ll never love another guy.
But birds were more, than happy to walk
Till they spread their wings and learnt how to fly
And I know you think it’s easy,
And that we’ll go along just fine.
But there’s a difference baby to living,
Then to simply just being alive.
There’s a day I can’t remember
Because the day is yet to come
Where I settle for what’s before me
And regret what I’ve become
But I guess there’s not much difference
Between a pebble and the open sky
Yeah it all just looks the same
Once you decide to close your eyes
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