When life is boring, dull and dry,
Why sit in the corner and just cry,
Why call life boring and why just cry,
for I am here, here to care.
When you are angry, just let it go,
People often are that way,
why call life boring and why just cry,
for I am here, here to care.
If certain moments can make you sad,
often do we get mad, instead,
why call life boring and why just cry,
for I am here, here to care.
If you are lost, lost in thoughts,
come out of it, to see the world,
why call life boring and why just cry,
for I am here, here to care.
I'm no poet nor a saint,
I'm a friend always to thee.
why call life boring and why just cry,
for I am here, here to care.
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