i walk down the street
with a blister on my feet
my heart skips no beat
because life is not sweet
i keep on walking
i hear voices talking
nothing very shocking
sort of gently mocking
what is your name
do you think life is a game
will it all be same
who do you think is to blame
i have no reply
i really can’t say why
i look up at the sky
at a cloud passing by
i missed the train
but i can’t complain
it starts to rain
but it’s cozy inside my brain
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