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if life is a frog
then I'd jump to twenty-first of december
twenty-twelve, like flame-on, though I'd die in the ember
I'd then jump back before all my lungs couldn't take it
jump back and laugh even if everybody knows that I fake it
I'd leap through pain, swim under this hell on Earth
avoiding everything, even if everybody can tell it hurts
it hurts my heart, whenever it skips when I see you too
but I want to, even if love doesn't exist like Mewtwo
from lilypad to another, I'd be happy when I'm skipping
as I'm croaking, body wet, soaking and also dripping
pond water, it's so cold, life a green frog, it is
it's depressing, not happiness like you thought it is
jumping again, but on the spot, I can't go back, but why
it shows even a frog would be so sad, I cry
if life is a frog, I'd skip to the end of the planet
yes I repeat, if I could jump time, I'd plan it