I think I'm just numb and dumb
A breathing set of lungs
Undiscovered treasure at heart
Pink sky's line my mind
When will my visions become real
I can't live around people who can't appreciate the small things
No one loves words or earth
They love the art of artificial
I don't know
I'm numb in a world of dumb
Take me somewhere I call paradise
Make it my home
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