Walking in the dark,
staring at the sky.
This is not my life,
thinking this is not my life.
While walking... (repeat)
When I was younger, was I stronger?
Now I'm older.
I don't know, I don't know.
Things slipped away forever,
rising up on paper feathers.
Why did I let them go?
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