Now, in winter, I'm looking, forward to spring
It's cold here, and damp there
And I want some, more sunlight on my skin
Coz I don't want to be here
And I'm not coping with the place
I hate the, the distance between
The future and this place
For, as long as, I can remember now
I have been, living for, tomorrow, and not for now
Coz I don't want to be here
You know, I'd just prefer to leave
I want to, try a new, try a new
A new lifestyle now, oh please...
Resistance makes me weak
But, Persistance makes me strong
You are strong and I am weak.
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