Being the Three Percent
It's difficult to put my pieces together,
I'm sorry for that.
Constant changes in my weather,
And my world is flat.
I don't want to do the same thing as everyone else,
Because I am me.
I've always known I'd be alone in this time of life,
Even when I see the love of the happy lovers.
I thought I wanted that, but I know...
People are not meant to be forever,
And everyone will eventually go.
I know the story and the end of this show.
What's the point anyway?
When it's seems all the days are exactly the same?
It's like the game of life in a countdown...
Time is to blame.
It's a sad story, maybe to you,
But if you could jump in my world I could certainly be the one to show you why I do what I do.
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