I sit on the hill looking into the sky,
Often been asking myself questions like Why?
Why do bad things happen to good people for no reason?
Why do moods often swing with the seasons?
Why do good people have to lie?
Why do they have to hide their true self behind a disguise?
I will never know the answer and perhaps I never will,
Maybe I'll know the answers when I'm over The Hill.
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