I won't wake
a wealthy man someday,
'cause the sun, don't follow me.
I won't wake,
without a song to sing.
Nothing to some,
everything to me.
On my worst, I'll do my best,
to make it seem like I am happy.
I've grown numb,
dry as my tear ducts.
I've grown dumb
and empty.
But don't give up on me...
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