Sometimes, someplaces...
Somepeople, some faces...
passing in the morning mist,

Share a glance, for a chance...
of recognition...

Does anyone understand anyone?
Have you walked my shoes,
Do you really know what it is like...
to be me?

A hint of understanding gleams in your eye.
If someone actualy knew, would I cry?

Time wears on my soul, age continues to grow...
I could just die.

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