Strange voices buzz in my ears
The faces are all changing
But the motive still remains
A friend once told me
Her life was like a photography
You'll need the negatives
To develope
But I'm still sliding
No longer am I gliding
Down on this trodden path
That we choose in a desperate haze
This life is mine
And it's not to waste
How can I smile
When I'm feeling out of place

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