Do i cast myself, until i get the part?
Do i think my feelings out, until they aren't?
Your experience, is never quite like mine
Do i cast myself, until i get the part?
Do i think my feelings out, until they aren't?
Your experience, is never quite like mine
You're always somehow able to feel; and then you fly
Why doesn't life feel like, more than just one thing.
You laugh, i look. you cry, i think.
I wish i had your joy. i'd even take your pain.
The sensory that greets your every day.
