Just looking out of the window
As night becomes day
People look up to see my dismay
What can I say what can I do
Day after day wandering what to do
Simply a ghost imaginary host
I need the most
Surviving on toast
Brings me no cheer
Oh please let me not have another year
I wanted so much now left out of touch
Look how young do I be
These four walls are killing
I need two as one is hurting me
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