These words mean nothing
Age is just a number
My thoughts are trapped here
I’ll never get any wiser

What’s the point of talking
When those minds are crowded?
Each of us just keeps orbiting
The same hollow madness

In a forest of all green
There live blue red pink
Points are noted in their minds
To be erased in no time

And they hold their heads high
And I hide under my bed at nights
Cause we can never be the same
What I look for was never in this place

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