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my world is'nt right
painting roses red
coloring vioelts blue
well it feels like i just woke up
and the world is turning around
i dont think im the right place any more
the world is turning
turning into something else
i fell and picked myself
well it feels like i just woke up
you make every thing feel alright
but your gone now
i found out that im not in the right place
when my world started to spin and spin
and i know that
i just fell and picked myself up
it feels like im gonna end this problem
by going somewhere where i feel right
coloring vioelts blue
well it feels like i just woke up
and the world is turning around
i dont think im the right place any more
the world is turning
turning into something else
i fell and picked myself
well it feels like i just woke up
you make every thing feel alright
but your gone now
i found out that im not in the right place
when my world started to spin and spin
and i know that
i just fell and picked myself up
it feels like im gonna end this problem
by going somewhere where i feel right
Published 13th Feb 2010
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13th Feb 2010 5:43am
The very much true condition of the frequent mind has been well reflected in this poem. Plus there is an inside chanting within yourself towards optimism, a longing for the improvised version of your life...It reminds me of the fil Wake Up Sid...
