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New surroundings, new walls, \ Smiles down every hall, \ I’ve been here before, \ Though I’m not keeping score.
Dear friend, marching in the snow, \ Emerging from the sea blue, \ Always dressed smartly, you glow, \ I wish I could be you.
I’m sure you’re going to mourn, \ Sorry, old friend. I need to wake up, \ Like a phoenix, I want to be reborn.
Do you remember, \ the time I kissed you, \ under the tree, \ with a misty view.
Those evil day people do not belong here. \ No, they don’t belong in the night. \ Though darkness is their friend, my night consists of neuro-light.
I don’t want to fall, \ More than I have, \ He came around once, \ Never really left.
Before you start your day \ And hide away your profile \ Please reconcile and remember this \ You should dismiss the voices \ Ignite the day, and walk all over it
In this beautiful storytelling, \ There’s no dwelling. \ I am the one. \ Aren’t we all?
... Got scissors in my hand \ But I know they’re just knives that got married \ Should I cut or should I not \ Sometimes I feel taught \ But oftentimes I feel wronged.
Can I plead with you or has the deal already gone through \ Please respond, I know you are in there \ Please look back, before the tick meets the tock, and your time in this wicked world comes to a halt.