All our life we use to learn
And since the day when I was born
To practice, work and then parade
To be yourself and self-contained
But it’s too hard to be a genius
And I can’t live and know for sure
That I’m not Byron not a Choser
I can’t decide what is the cure
For this unordinary illness
What is the formula of genius?
It’s always nice to be important
But most important to be nice
Immortal words of someone’s mind
So simple…but so strong and right
We shouldn’t surrender
We must fight!
I’m on my own in this whole world
Please save me from loneliness, my lord.
And till the last drop of blood
I’m going to attack and strike my lonely heart …
All our life we use to learn..
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