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What's My Point
Why can't you see me
where in my life
have you ever been ,
I turn left or right
but I still do feel ,
that straight ahead
was the better deal .
You don't even know me
I kid nyself
redeemingly
the forgotten shelf
gathers dust with me
I cannot sell
if there's better for free .
I float out alone here ,
skim stones
through the atmosphere
on my back , water in my ears
I do feel sad
empty are my tears .
What do I believe
for when I die , I leave ,
I came alone
just to grow older ,
no safe zone
looking over my shoulder ,
when I'm gone
and it's all over
was there a point
or should I have not bothered .
where in my life
have you ever been ,
I turn left or right
but I still do feel ,
that straight ahead
was the better deal .
You don't even know me
I kid nyself
redeemingly
the forgotten shelf
gathers dust with me
I cannot sell
if there's better for free .
I float out alone here ,
skim stones
through the atmosphere
on my back , water in my ears
I do feel sad
empty are my tears .
What do I believe
for when I die , I leave ,
I came alone
just to grow older ,
no safe zone
looking over my shoulder ,
when I'm gone
and it's all over
was there a point
or should I have not bothered .
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