I used to have a purpose
I used to have a rhyme
back when I was running away
Guess I changed with time.
I used to have a garden
flooded with flowers and trees
now they're all rotten
No more birds and no more bees
I used to have a purpose
And some love that I could share
But now I'm so bittered
that I don't even care.
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