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I spent the whole day out of my head

I woke up dreaming 

And what a dream my reality is

Spending more than you make for a fraction of this

Good news good news

It’s all in my head

Luckily I write down my thoughts 

Maybe someone will read it when I’m dead

So tired of being happy

Just to depress myself 

I usually don’t like the truth

It just doesn’t feel like myself

I’m so different 

Or are most people just a bit afraid 

To stand out just a little bit 

Your life could be a movie too

Why don’t we just make the most of it?