This morning felt like I was serving a sentence
I rather lock myself up so no one can complement on this...
this life that no longer seems meaningful and tasteful
I hate to think that I'm here and hate it more that I'm grateful
My daily routine is starting to take a toll
Even my friends seem like there stories been told
I can't confuse my dead end with repetition
There's no doubt that I'm happy for the life I live in
I know there's other who are worst off and still are happy
I actually see them everyday saying "Wow God Blessed Me"
He did because he gave them something I don't have
It's that little voice inside of them telling them to
faithful and everything will be stable
That was me a year ago I thought everything was dandy
Singing on a roof in Hong Kong counting my blessings....
I meet people I never thought I would
it opened my mind
and soon I understood
That there was more than yellow cabs and night clubs
I never heard screaming as I crossed the streets in Bangkok
I knew that experience would make me see
That there's more to life than life in the big city
Maybe that is what's missing
I need to experience change
to actually feel like I'm living ..
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