Through the roads
And bright sun
I'm breathing smoke and steam
They come and go
Providing fun
But suddenly you won't leave
Stuck in traffic
It's the usual here
They can not stand it
But I'm not here
They come and go
Providing fun
But you change the way I feel
I have grown
I should have a gun
Another expectation to meet
Stuck in talk
I'm acting smart
Learning the walk
A set of worthless arts
I have grown
I have to hold a gun
Because they expect it of me
I now know
She's the one
I'm so sure that's how I feel
I can't stop with the looks
I hope to get them back
My heart shook
As I got one back
I now know
She's the one
I'm certain of how I feel
I always hope
All else would shut up
Do they not feel?
Oh, they still fear
Everyone's being too real
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