Why
hang around?
When
the situation doesn't suit a taste
There
is that thing called home
Whatever
has been said
The
past will not go away
Regrets
will be many in the mind
Life
isn't about smiling faces
Life
is about hope and regret
You
can walk away
Leave
it all behind
Why
hang around?
There
is that thing called home
The
truth is....
You
want to see change
The
sea of faces bloom
The
day in history
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