Ever wonder who teaches a man how to live?
Ever wonder how sometimes you have nothing in return to give?
Can life be a book?
Each word is a story that knows its end
Your life can also be a word, but to what extend?
Life taught us how to live
Life taught us why to give
Living life is similar to reading a book
Back and forth you look
Trying to remember what you were taught to make sense of the plot.
I sit by the moon, talking to the stars
I look around and see my heart marked with scars
I know you’re on the other side, talking to me too
Twinkle little star
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