Butterflies don't know the color of their wings, but human eyes know how beautiful it is. Likewise, you don't know how good you are, but others can see that you are special.
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Immortality
Original By Pearl Jam
Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her
Cannot find a comfort in this world
Artificial tears...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers
Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...
A truant finds home...and a will to hold on...
But there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality...
As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
Holier than thou, how?
Surrendered...executed anyhow
Scrawls resolved, cigar box on the floor...
A truant finds home...and a will to hold on, to...
But saw the trapdoor in the sun...
Its immortality...
I cannot stop the thought...of running out the door...
Coming up a which way sign...and all good truants must decide...
Oh, stripped and sold, mom...and an auctioned forearm...
And whiskers in the sink...
A truants finds home...and a will to hold on to..
Some die just to live...
Ohh...