I have no idea what to do, where to go.
Never meant to hurt the people who care but couldn't feel anything they say they do.
Just lying and feeling empty.
I'm lost and never been found.
Struggling just to be honest with you, to get this out of my head.
I may need something to cure me,
makes me human or just pretend that I am.
A bad writer and story teller, but I have nowhere else to go.
So I run to your old reflection, who says we could go wherever we want to.
And live like this forever.
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