Sometimes

Sometimes I feel folded, like a piece of paper
Dirty with the fingerprints of unrepentant hands
Who never ever thinks about the words of love inside me
'Cause it's all so plain and simple thatno-one understands

Sometimes I feel congested like peak hour in the city
Choking on the petrol and the deisel and the dust
I sit and wonder how we all could be so stupid
And I want toleave my vehicle and let it turn to rust

And I wish I had your confidence
I wish I had your smile
I wish I had your joie de vivre
Your innate sense of style
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