as the summer grows near
My dreams the are so unclear
It is daily
Sometimes I feel I'm so confused
I or it just luck or is it me?
As If you were to ask me
Seems that I'd be one to loose
But I feel I'm not a looser
Yet at times I feel mistaken
Is it is up me
But I am so confused
As my senses they are taken
If I were to leave home
I need to make sure
That my sanity is with me
As I hope to live free
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