The Other
I am sure
that you miss
the way
I saw you
Before you
grew cold
So understand
like you did
just for
a little while:
This home
is my home
and it will
always
be broken
no matter how
much I've changed;
no matter
how much
we all try
it will stay
so low
It's no wonder
why
I'm always high
This boy
is my man
and I just can't
love him right
No matter how
long he has waited;
no matter
how much
he has tried
Surprise, surprise
It's no wonder
why
I'm always high
Pride comes
before a fall
But see,
I was born down here
So
what does it matter?
I'll make it easy
and be on my way
But before
I let you go
Let me look at you
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