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The grass is never green
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I stopped writing because
You always asked what it meant,
And I never knew. So you got upset
And I couldn't
I stopped singing, and drawing and painting
Because of the same reason
And now I can't even set foot out
I can't because you ask me for this
And that and why and who
But never will this make you happy
Never, should I give you some time.
And when you do
Its so passive aggressive
But the moment it's my turn
Oh how the chairs have flipped today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way
letting behind all
© Staircase
I stopped writing because
You always asked what it meant,
And I never knew. So you got upset
And I couldn't
I stopped singing, and drawing and painting
Because of the same reason
And now I can't even set foot out
I can't because you ask me for this
And that and why and who
But never will this make you happy
Never, should I give you some time.
And when you do
Its so passive aggressive
But the moment it's my turn
Oh how the chairs have flipped today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way
letting behind all
© Staircase
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