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Flying kites
drifting away
Some part of me
just wants to say

Living life
wasting away
sick of the work
starting to play

But then I look up at the sky
And, as always, begin to question "why?"
And gone are the butterflies,
And dark clouds all say hello.

Hello, hello

I love the rain,
and the wallpaper
I feel insane

Making love
and making do
Its not enough
but neither are you

There was a man who roamed through life
always wondered what to do
He tried to settle down, and find a wife
but he never succeeded

He kindly smiled, occasionally,
at strangers passing by
But only strangers passed
And only said goodbye

He took himself to many places
from Rome to Vietnam
He never found a home
He never his pond

Lonely as a cloud
on a bright blue summer sky
He resented his thoughtful nature
and all things that it implies

He never seemed so quiet
He never seemed so hurt
He never seemed that lonely
He never seemed alone

He tried his hardest
And worked his best
But never seemed to get
that feeling off his chest

One day he quit it all

And he put a bullet through his head

And though he lived a great life

No one cared that he was dead