Ideal life is hard to achieve,
Influenced by others point of view,
Clouded his sight,
Striving for what he wants
To satisfy his needs.
Covered by a Coat
Looks like concrete,
But fragile actually,
Flying with his broken wings
Searching all around
Problems burried bottom down the road,
Deep Down Inside,
Things are still the same,
Problems remain as problems
Things are haunting him down,
Little may know what's the reason,
many days have passed him by,
So many things to hold on
But who the fuck cares,
As long he is satisfy.
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