Nothing is normal

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Nothing is interesting today 

And nothing is normal 

The mess is far much ugly 

And it makes me so much angry 

Feels like a a man has failed 

When he stares at his hat on the wall nailed 

It has an image of doubt 

Nothing is interesting today 

And nothing is normal 

The fear that nothing will ever work 

Is at per, with the hope that someday he will walk 

She hurts but no one understands

Not even m' self who always know her stand 

They told us when life throws at you lemons 

Use it to make lemonade 

But I'm just a toddler who knows no procedure 

When things align I will proceed

And make some awesome lemonade 

Because today, nothing is interesting

And nothing is normal 

 







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