Used to be half a boy, stretching thin arms to the sky
Heed no words, sprint through lush leaves
They mocked me, said I'm an odd bird
Didn't know where to hide away, let their words rip me apart
Knew it's hard to grow when you normal people don't see
What's inside. Girls look so meek
Deep in my mind dwells a boy, and you whisper in my ear—
"Lift me, soar high, bowl the words."
Muse a while, far afield in the withered glades of gold
Out of their hold
Used to be half a boy, stretching thin arms to the sky
Heed no words, sprint through the dusk
They said I'm an oddball, and you whisper in my ear—
Then I soar high in the air
Muse a while, far afield in the withered glades of gold
Out of their hold
No one's here to follow me, while in the east lurks the Moon
Hills are all in a violet tinge
No one's here to follow you, while in the west the Sun burns itself
Silhouettes are a deep greenish tinge
Used to be half a boy
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