Will I ever see the light of day?
They're all telling me to go away,
they don't listen to a word I say,
When I save the day,
all the others steal the runway,
trying to pretend that it's all ok,
It doesn't matter anyway,
nothing I say,
seems to sway,
all the hearsay,
that they say,
Will I ever see the light of day?
No one listens to a word I say,
I won't ever see the light of day,
it doesn't matter anyway,
Sometimes all you need is the light of the moon,
And I'll fly off like a balloon,
And I'll eventually pop,
when I'm higher than the raindrops,
Becoming just a dot in the backdrop,
I won't ever see the light of day,
But now I know that that's OK,
The moon will still shine,
And behind it the stars align,
Sometimes just the moon is fine
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