Just a guy.
Just a guy.
He is just a guy.
Looking up in the sky.
Wondering if he should try.
The knots in his head to untie.
He looks down and starts to cry.
Thinking he's just another passer by.
His cheeks are no longer dry.
He raises his head up high.
Wondering if he could fly.
Is he living a lie?
But that cloudy day in July,
When I looked into his eye.
He was very shy.
And I can not deny,
that this guy,
wanted to die.
And all he said was Goodbye.
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