nelly furtado

Honestly what will become of me
I dont like reality
Its way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we dont see
We missed everything daydreaming

Travelling I always stop at exits
Wondering if Ill stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I dont cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why

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