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it is rare that I ever like anything that I write.
The Purpose
So long I say,
So long, so long.
As I drift off to sea
Strumming guitar strings to this sad song.
Goodbye to love,
Which I never knew.
Hello to these gray clouds above,
That melancholy taught me to pursue
On sunny days,
I'll hang the truth
And let the lies bleed
Into night waters
I'll dive in deep
Pick each one out
And whisper them
To myself in order
When I grow restless,
Out in the middle of sea
I'll see myself a seagull
And paint myself a dream
Flying in the sky
Clouds touching my eyes
I'll look down on those below me
But not on purpose
Gazes of those
would stay focused
While hearts and minds
Work overtime.
And they're much more than a novice.
We'll all just look down the line
And great heights will go unoticed.
The Purpose
So long I say,
So long, so long.
As I drift off to sea
Strumming guitar strings to this sad song.
Goodbye to love,
Which I never knew.
Hello to these gray clouds above,
That melancholy taught me to pursue
On sunny days,
I'll hang the truth
And let the lies bleed
Into night waters
I'll dive in deep
Pick each one out
And whisper them
To myself in order
When I grow restless,
Out in the middle of sea
I'll see myself a seagull
And paint myself a dream
Flying in the sky
Clouds touching my eyes
I'll look down on those below me
But not on purpose
Gazes of those
would stay focused
While hearts and minds
Work overtime.
And they're much more than a novice.
We'll all just look down the line
And great heights will go unoticed.