23 times 'round the sun, and my life's still a mystery. I'd give all the air in my lungs just to have it make sense to me.
I've always assumed it was under control, but now the spin of the earth has been taking its toll on me. So nauseous and dizzy, I send up a prayer: You're the only one who knows me, and I'm not sure you're even really there. Could you show yourself?
I want to live where the innocent sleep, where the powers of men have no sway. But it's only 'cause I'm selfish and I'd rather be set free than make a change.
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