I can feel the wind in my face
As i sit here by the window thinking
How the world's not in for me
I asked myself why
Why life's not the way i want it to be
Then it seemed to dawn on me
And you seem to tell me
That life's not as bad as you perceive it to be
And nobody's perfect
Friday, May 4, 2001
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