Something New
it must be something new
something which we can all play
something we can all do
i found myself outside
not where i should be
i could only gaze down at the soulless body
it must be something new
getting out for a day trip
out of this world, out of your world
that exists only inside
it must be something new
because now we are flying
it is like a dress rehearsal
for when you are dieing
i do not know what to do
and i am not so sure
that it is something new
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James Garratt – December 1994
Something New – Written December 1994 (Aged 19)
