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He doesn't live like others do
He can stand for hours by the window
(in his dusty, tattered room with the table in the corner).
He can stand like this and watch.
He will not utter a word, not a syllable.
He can watch the wind dance
and blow the pink petals
and shake the green grass,
fighting to stand tall.
The sky is a sad shade of gray,
This means nothing to him.
He is a man who puts knowledge above all else
And you know, it's ok.
Sometimes people wonder about people.
Judge people who just live for themselves.
Like they are to blame?
Take this man.
He doesn't know of anything else,
He doesn't have anything else to live for.
Sometimes people blame people.
But when the torn curtains start to fade and crumble
(in his dusty, unused room with the table in the corner),
and the man continues to gaze past them into infinity,
do you think he is searching for blame?
He will wait, maybe forever?
The emptiness he feels surrounds him, engulfs him.
This pain is ongoing and endless.
This man, he knows...
Sometimes you don't have things to wait for.
And sometimes, things change,
The sun comes up again.
Even for this man, it gets better.
He is a man who puts knowledge above all else
And you know, especially now, it's ok.
It gets better.
He can stand for hours by the window
(in his dusty, tattered room with the table in the corner).
He can stand like this and watch.
He will not utter a word, not a syllable.
He can watch the wind dance
and blow the pink petals
and shake the green grass,
fighting to stand tall.
The sky is a sad shade of gray,
This means nothing to him.
He is a man who puts knowledge above all else
And you know, it's ok.
Sometimes people wonder about people.
Judge people who just live for themselves.
Like they are to blame?
Take this man.
He doesn't know of anything else,
He doesn't have anything else to live for.
Sometimes people blame people.
But when the torn curtains start to fade and crumble
(in his dusty, unused room with the table in the corner),
and the man continues to gaze past them into infinity,
do you think he is searching for blame?
He will wait, maybe forever?
The emptiness he feels surrounds him, engulfs him.
This pain is ongoing and endless.
This man, he knows...
Sometimes you don't have things to wait for.
And sometimes, things change,
The sun comes up again.
Even for this man, it gets better.
He is a man who puts knowledge above all else
And you know, especially now, it's ok.
It gets better.
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