Sit in the chair and stare
Out the window
Watch the wind blow
The trees from side to side

Whether you’re inside looking out
Or outside looking in
Sometimes it is impossible
For you to pretend

Like you’re fine
When you’re merely occupying space
Breathing but not living
Anybody can read your face

It’s all in your eyes
Your mind is somewhere else
You don’t care anymore
Like you did before

Here we are
Once again
The same way we left
Was the same way we came back in
Expression hadn’t changed much
Fate hit us hard
All we’ve got is our dreams
Pride, morals and self-esteem

But what is a dream
Without a little paint and a paintbrush
We can still carry on with our painting
Regardless if the dream was crushed

We can still pick up the easel
And start coloring away
Of what would’ve been
Had the story ended another way

We dream til we die
No more tears left to cry
A Charlie Bucket with no golden ticket
A fairy without wings to fly

Thus we create our own gold
We create our own wings
It really isn’t an option
To create a world without sting

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