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I'm looking down at people, each one passing me by
It's as if no one cares but then who the hell am I?
I've read in all your holy books that someone takes the lead
Someone fights the battle while another succumbs to greed
But I feel like that leaves out people like me and Her
Confusion's not an adjective but it's the closest word
And beauty's not the same without her by my side
But the view still is pretty so I'll take it all in stride

I'm looking down at people for my friends who were coming today
Maybe they've found something better, they all have gone away
So I'm staring at my hand where there once laid a golden fist
But now that fist has dissipated into a lonely mist
And I am left alone, I'm the only one
A beauty seen in solitude is a beauty seen by none
I can't take a picture of this knowing in my head
So all these beautiful thoughts will all die when I am dead