I do my best and try to explain How the grass is green and thatโs all plain But you only choose to go outside To be with all the others .why ?
When all that stuff is just the same You just donโt know you have it made Out of all seasons you can be You choose something uneventfully
Although your are not like the rest You must not realize you are the best Thatโs why I stare at my summer sky Youโre not like the others so .why ? Try ?
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