old and cold, life's odd we're told
life's a prick and love's a bore
blame whom I stand alone
life's odd we're told
reach out the ray of the sun
we're blinded we're outta sight
dreams that can't be mine
tell me where I should stand up
it's too late for a night
and no one to be mad at
I ended up in anxiety
never ending complexity
we're split we're torn
no one wants to be born
if these are god's will
then why my life feels surreal
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