On this rainy day
Drops came down
And washed away the smile
I wear to hide away the truth
Backyard novelty
Running from the poverty
We hide ourselves away in secret rooms
How does it come that I open my eyes?
World from here becomes much clearer
Into deep I creep, pulling out another brick
The mystery awaits behind the door
Scratched walls and floors
We are not to choose our homes
It’s cold outside and I won’t find my sleep
One by another my leaves fade away
World from here becomes much clearer
World from here becomes much clearer
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