It's like a mass breakout.
We try to stop, but couldn't do.
We people meet, they go out,
Unfortunately, that is true.
I know sometimes I make mistakes,
They hurt you, make you cry
At me, not now, some days,
It's not just the tricks of the eye.
We want to be together
And feeling not to die,
And to control the weather,
That makes our home alive.
And once I want believe
We get what we deserve,
We get what we achieve,
For being loved and love.
Just thoughts
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