Why should, when there's sun 'n sea
I be lying here, under a colourless grey sheet
Staring up at flies on the ceiling
Unmoving, unseeing
While all around the ocean is seething
I have no thoughts no wonder in my head
Is this what its like when you're finally dead
And yet, right here,
I am quite alive
So why am I not 'gay, bonny and blithe'
How come I lie here, without a care in my mind
And yet its a feeling that is so far from kind
How is strange it is, to finally see
That not having a care in the world
Does not always make you
Happy or free.
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