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Some say I'm an old man, I don't know about that
I think the age is only state of mind, and when your old you become blind
To the real world, don't see anymore what is happening
Around you 'cause you too tired of working
There was a time when everything wasn't fine
My heart was cold, too much wrong kind of people in the line
The problem that most of you knows too,
Who to trust, fear of being the fool
One more time I will try to break free
One more time there is chance to be me
One more to find and that's the key
I'm one of the kind and it's true indeed
My brains storming,as night turns to morning/
I write only company being my yawning/
feeling worthless about state of mind I brought in/
maybe coz I was born in abroad when/