Bubbles

My breath are bubbles in my lemonade going from the bottom right up to the sky I'm late to join them in their black parade nothing I could do but sit and wave goodbye My hair is growing like those tiny sprouts They just want to see a tiny bit of sun And doubts they grow around my good old house Somewhen I will weed them out when I'm done

nothing I could do just wave goodbye My words are crows sitting in the fields flying up and making circles in the air Sometimes they can harm and they can heal 'Cause they tend to land anywhere

I'm thinking about my life am I livin' it? am I wasting it?

I'm thinking about my life am I livin' it? am I wasting it?

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