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You there sitting in that window aimlessly thinking Like the thought bubble in a comic you sit You there with the darkened eyes That show your soul bright as day You there with the shaking leg Take a break from what ever your doing and think You there speaking to the class Stand up tall and don’t be afraid No one can judge you by the way you talk or your opinion Because what you say is yours and you own that You there sleeping all day Get up make your restful life unrestful You there listen to these words That I say for today might be the last day you hear You there open your eyes For today might be the last day you see You there with the sewn mouth Speak up for today might be the last day that you speak You there holding the hand of your child Tell them you love them For today might be the last day you hold their hand You there with the depression and sadness that drowns you Smile like you have never been hurt and nothing matters For today might be the last day that you smile You there with the excuse for everything Just do it because today might be the last day you do anything You there yes you Everyone of you live life like it was your last day
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 8:47 AM UTC
You there
You there sitting in that window aimlessly thinking Like the thought bubble in a comic you sit You there with the darkened eyes That show your soul bright as day You there with the shaking leg Take a break from what ever your doing and think You there speaking to the class Stand up tall and don’t be afraid No one can judge you by the way you talk or your opinion Because what you say is yours and you own that You there sleeping all day Get up make your restful life unrestful You there listen to these words That I say for today might be the last day you hear You there open your eyes For today might be the last day you see You there with the sewn mouth Speak up for today might be the last day that you speak You there holding the hand of your child Tell them you love them For today might be the last day you hold their hand You there with the depression and sadness that drowns you Smile like you have never been hurt and nothing matters For today might be the last day that you smile You there with the excuse for everything Just do it because today might be the last day you do anything You there yes you Everyone of you live life like it was your last day
tavia-robshaw
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 8:47 AM UTC
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