There's dirt piling up on the side of the roads, Making it almost an impossible city to walk in, While the dry leaves of the trees, Don't feel romantic enough to me now, Where's all the tax payers mon
I want this to stop, Questions to stop, Expectations from me to know about everything to stop. Expectations of right answers from me too stop. Because whatever I will say, will never ever be right for
Ever since I realised, I have big, big feelings, And not everyone has the capacity to understand them, I've only realised the same fact, Over and over again, Years later too, Only to be called rebelli
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