I can't tell you who to be.
It's not up to me, it's you.
You can't tell me what to do.
Maybe I like feeling blue.
Through the branches I can see
All the fallen leaves,
But you don't notice anything at all.
What a shame to miss the view.
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Corey Woods, Dennis David Coles, Lamont Hawkins, Jason S. Hunter, Clifford Smith, Russell T. Jones, Gary E. Grice
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