I'm sick of all this emptiness I've chosen for a life.

Without no direction, it's a never-ending strife.

It seemed so perfect as I planted fertile seeds.

But in this barren soil I've lost my basic... I've lost my basic needs.



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Sometimes I'm afraid I've lost my way.

Certain I always fail to cease the day.

Somewhere I began to go astray.

If I could only change...

Another life is all it takes.



I wish that I could leave this trap, I want another me.

I find myself in places I was not supposed to be.

At the finger post I try to look another way.

But all I see is future forming the shape of something... the shape of something gray.



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If there was a way to live my life again,

I'd make sure that I would avoid the pain

of moving silently, floating with the streams

'till undercurrents drag me under.



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