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Lately luck has been playing me like a pendulum

Every second an opposite zenith is eagerly unwelcome

But often the time is spent in between

Bouts of depression and the manic state of mind

Lately I’ve been wondering what normal is

I don’t think it even exists



Someday I will marry you

Cause you carry me upright

Never mention my bad side

And though it exists

You never let on that it does



This seconds Heaven at the top of my list

And I reckon that this is what I heard called bliss

Old photographs in the street gutter

Losing their color in the stagnant water

It looks like gasoline on the surface

So pretty yet so polluted



This is life

So is life



Someday I will bury this

Cause I swear that I hate it

I hate the addiction that craves it

And though it exists

I never let on that it does



So this is life

What it is to be alive

I don’t know



Someday I will marry you

Cause you carry me upright

Never mention my bad side

And though it exists

You never let on that it does