And I will write of the thoughts that come to my head
And I will not mind the greatness of heaven inside of your face
And all you'll find, all the things that, everything inside
I don't want to say
Is better off unsaid, better off unread
In this light there's lots of pain
But I don't mind, these eyes will say
And I will wait until the day when I
Don't give a fuck, give a fuck about anything
Tell the children to focus and get to what they want to do
Reach their dreams, reach their arms out
Reach out and find something
Anything
That's not me, that's not me
And I'll never be anything
Close to something they want me to achieve
And I don't know just what I mean and
Nothing seems to inspire me
A broken heart is the only thing
That ever made me write something beautiful
Something beautiful
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