Do all people already know, the answers that I don't,
Why do the seams, always come undone at once,
Some days are harder than others,
And mama said boys don't cry,
So, I look up,
To the blurry image of the sky,
Dad said, for there to be light,
There must be dark,
It's just how the world,
Keeps turning around,
And round the lights,
Now, gone.
Well done again, my friend.
Even if no one,
Can tell you how lucky you've been,
I need you to know,
Well done again, my friend.
Some days are harder than others,
And mama said boys don't cry,
So, I look up,
To the blurry image of the sky,
Dad said, for there to be light,
There must be dark,
It's just how the world,
Keeps turning around,
And round the lights,
Now, gone.
Well done again, my friend.
Even if no one,
Can tell you how lucky you've been,
I need you to know,
Well done again, my friend.

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