They say grass is greener on the other side.
"Why is it the other side?"
They also say that picket white fences
Are nothing but lies.
"No one lives a perfect life.
But, why can't I?
If I see myself perfect,
In my own eyes,
Aren't I living
The picket white fence life?"

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