Sad, happy, boredom stays still
Wish i am as hard as metal steel
So i can climb a mountain with my high-heel.
What i really hate is what i'll surely love
Some dreams are unreachable like a flying dove
Coz Life's like eating a garlic clove
Some can't really take it and put it to a gas stove.
And though our life is tough and cold
I know someday when we aged and old
That this life is not equal to a million gold
While having b-days we can be easily be mold.
By people, by nature and by experiences
We'll soon have fragrance than a dozen roses
Just look out and take the consequences
And it's still okay if you can't make it to the Guiness.
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