Climbing trees and paper planes
Life as a kid we're all the same
Tears of joy, and sullen hearts
Sticks and stones and broken arms
And like one would, like a child
I'm asking
Like I could knock on your door
Will you let me in
And Dear god, I found out the same things we learn when we die
I found that the truth is, it's all a big lie
I find that the words are hard to describe
I tell you I'm lost here, awaiting reply.
I found out what's wrong, and its not you or I
Or anyone else that you chose to deny
It seems like the madness of choice in the life
Has made it all clear if we run or we hide
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