You may be changing ever so rapidly
But I never will
I will always be the red rose among white roses
My color different from yours
The beauty of a picture
So much though put in
Whether it be a work of art
Or the work of mad man
They both have meaning
Shakespeare in art form
A drop of rain against the ground
A simple sigh after a frown
Is this who I was meant to be?
Oh will I ever be free?
Will my purpose ever find me?
I was once so much like you
A fool with not a clue
Can no one see inside?
The mirror that I hide?
Winter is here to stay
To stay until I fade away
For love is like Winter
Cold and and pointless
Too much time I have waisted
Too much sighing I have created
Too much crying I have waisted
And though I say never again will it happen
I know, oh yes, I know
That it will
No talent I have that is of mine
Except for my intellectual mind
I may not be the radiant limelight
But I am someone
Condemed to be a "sideliner"
Since the day of my first breath
Oh what will become of me?
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iA n n a in Wonderland
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