Take me as I am. Show me my mistakes.
Let me try to learn. Make it out of last place.
Have no interests anymore. No ambitions and no pull.
Nobody to call me. Nobody to wait up for.
No one knows. What it’s like to be this alone.
With my feet always off. I’m living in prone.

Where will I go? When I’ve been betrayed.
On this blue planet, where I was supposedly made.
I’d like to fly away. Land on Mars.
The red planet couldn’t possibly be worse than the hate I’ve felt in Earths arms.
No one knows, what it’s like to be this alone.
With my feet always off. I’m living in prone.

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