When you're going through your everyday
The things you see don't mind to stay
The trees alongside the road
The wind that blows
Houses in your neighborhood
The alone person who stood
I'd help him if I could
The ignorance of my adulthood
The people who surround me
Like background noise
The fish in this big sea
The shouting boys
I'm too busy on myself
I forget to see beyond
And as I look at the bookshelf
I take a book with a cover of blonde
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 2:19 PM UTC
When you're going through your everyday
The things you see don't mind to stay
The trees alongside the road
The wind that blows
Houses in your neighborhood
The alone person who stood
I'd help him if I could
The ignorance of my adulthood
The people who surround me
Like background noise
The fish in this big sea
The shouting boys
I'm too busy on myself
I forget to see beyond
And as I look at the bookshelf
I take a book with a cover of blonde
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