
I never could read the hidden signs
Predicated on wishful illusions
They became circles and lines
Written in the wrong languages
But I know where I’ve been
And I’ve been down this path before
Far too many times for counting
Walking in wet muddy boots
In another unwanted midnight rain
With teardrop stains on my heart
By now you’d think I could do this blind
Why does the past drag me back here?
Make me wander aimlessly around?
Haven’t I suffered enough…by now?
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