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tormented
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my life is a riddle
that i can't comprehend
with green rolling hills
and empty window sills
and clouds that don't blow away
away with the wind
i'm not one for pretending
these people understand
copper coloured sound
in through and around
the paths that go over my head
again and again
i don't know i don't wanna try
don't wanna see what waits for me
what goes on in the treeless forests
of a mind that goes wandering free
that i can't comprehend
with green rolling hills
and empty window sills
and clouds that don't blow away
away with the wind
i'm not one for pretending
these people understand
copper coloured sound
in through and around
the paths that go over my head
again and again
i don't know i don't wanna try
don't wanna see what waits for me
what goes on in the treeless forests
of a mind that goes wandering free