In this paper, it's where I reside now.
Just a innocent boy, who fell into the wrong crowd.
But his demons have set in, it's far to late now.
He was so positive and bright.
He sits, and looks, at the stars at night.
Oh all he hopes for is some bliss.
That innocent boy he used to be, something he will always miss.
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