I'm under the substance of oxygen, the air I breathe in the life I live
The secrets I've kept, and the ones I haven't are one too many
The way they look is the way they watch, the same difference
Breaking down, on a daily basis
Waking up, sadly it's what we face every morning
They put us together; expect us to be like the other us
Meaning nothing, means nothing
Feeling, as if you feel something
As fast as you can go, you'll push the limit far up
So why do we walk, when we can run?
Why do we walk, when are steps can become a march?
Why do we jump, when we can just keep jumping?
When we jump, doesn't that mean we're jumpers?
Really, what does any of this mean to you or me?
Just tell me the meaning, to these things... please
Because I don't want to live life, if I do these things for no reason.
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