Lay down with me I will tell you a tale,
Their is a guy who always get fail,
He lay down in his room and listen sad song,
With tears in his eyes he try to sing along,
Even the words won't come out from his mouth because he was crying,
But their was a voice who always tell him to keep trying,
He wasn't abe to face the world,
He was going straight but his path was curled,
Every night he looks at stars because he love them a lot,
How could they are so fascinating even when they are just a dot,
He loves night, he make his own world like a dumb,
Everyday he has to face reality when the sun come,
He don't know what he is doing with his life,
But he was certain about one thing that failure has become his wife,
He light his cigarettes and drag some puff,
His whole life has turned into a game of bluff,
With his all heart he still doing what he should,
Because he knows the truth that life is good.
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