Waves like that of an ocean,
Hills and the valleys,
Beautiful and ugly,
It all come down on us.
The grind begins to drop,
The grades become lower,
Our ways become weird,
And the vibes are dry.
What is it? I ask myself!
What is it I'm not doing right?
What card have I not played?
What card have I played wrong?
On what ground am I standing on?
Why is the atmosphere this way?
I wasn't told it would be this way?
I planned it well, but why is it going this way?
And I never expected it to end this way!
They acted as if they didn't know me,
They talked on the ground like there was no me,
I tried to make it obvious for them to know me, Later I noticed that there was no me.
Yes! There was no me,
It was obvious that I hadn't be me,
I was living you, thinking I was living me,
Then I realised that I was so bored to me,
So I made it up, that I'm gonna find me!
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