I want to run again like a little boy
Run and run with the wind
I want to look up at the bluest skies
Where amongst the clouds flutters my little kite
I want to watch the birds on the roof
Sitting together as if for a feast
I want to play all the games that we used to play
Oh it’s all rushing back to me
Now I wake up all alone
With no one there to care for me
I have a boring 9-6 like most of us
Oh god why are you punishing me...
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