Would any one ever ask me how I am, or
must I stay where I am.
Where I am I do not know, where I like to
be I want to know
It’s lonely here where I am now, can
someone guide me out here somehow
Sometimes I can’t breath, sometimes I don’t
see, the best things that make me happy
I stuck down here I need a boat, or
something strong to keep me afloat
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