Why do I drown in the liquid sky
every God-forsaken day?
I want to roam where you
find solace and acceptance
I saw photographs of your home
saw the pictures in your bedroom
You all look so happy
I almost resent you all
I just want to be like you
Why is the sun always golden
wherever you are?
Why is the rain always crystal
when I drift too far
from here?

Splashing around the in the skies
somewhere in my dreams
I wish I was with you all
instead of wasting my time here
Guess some of us are born to wander
and some of us are born to admire

The End

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