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Six months of confusion

Of anger and hate

When you find what you want

Just a little too late

 

You spent so much time searching

But nothing was found

Loosing your wings

By just getting around

 

The more places you set in

Less they feel like home

And the more people love you

The more you're alone

 

You get blinded by sunshine

You can't see at night

One day you stop lying

That you'll be all right

 

If you stand for nothing

For all you will fall

Broken hopes and dreams

Don't matter at all

 

Never thought about future

Never had any plans

Maybe you can only look back

Cos you've reached the end

 

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