
I rush to get myself nowhere
Feeling like I’m always late
I feel my life missing things
As I sit around in the silence
Waiting on a colorful dawn
How else will I know to rest?
Sleeping tires me these days
I can’t shake feeling strange
Did I miss too many steps,
Or a road to the right bridge,
Getting me to this lost space?
I don’t really know anymore
I used to think I knew enough
That’s the nature of …lost loves
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