Foolish Words
I love a cool breeze washing my face
It feels refreshing to be in another place
When the sun rays splashes my eyes
It feels beautiful to be alive
Or maybe I want to die
I've lived with fear all my life
Today, tomorrow, anxiety is all the time
I'm blind as a ghost, I dont see where I throw
I'm skipping stones into a wishing well
The devil appears and now I'm in hell
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