| Confusion Everything that's all around in the air, on the ground all so different, but the same it makes you want to go insane The hustle of the busy street passers by, moving feet Never looking where they are going "Hurry Hurry!" they cry, "It's snowing!" They don't see you cringing there all their dust settling in your hair you look up totally dazed at their grand parade They have so much more to see more than you could ever dream They go home to their feast while you worry about what to eat All the confusion that you see has a lot of impact on thee you sit there watching, by and by They never see you start to cry |
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