Is it my look , or me...?
What do i see...?
Is it me or just the breeze
where does it lead...?
who can i find...?
Is it me or just another you?
Why do i cry?
Those eye they tell, a story untold.
Those lips can speak, a love foretold.
Those ears have heard, the words unspoken
That mind has gone nothing, but broken.
Where do we go from here
What should we find from here
Why should we be right here
When is there gonna be a here ?
I stand to fly high
They cut my wings,
I run fast
the hurdle it down,
I walk up straight
they push me out,
Is it my look , or me...?
What do i see...?
Is it me or just the breeze
where does it lead...?
Is it I or they are just fine...?
who can i find...?
Is it me or just another you?
Why do i cry?
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