Mr . . . . Lost In Loneliness
I look like I’m happy, but I’m full of fear
I’m trying to figure out, if I belong here
Life is really not as it had seemed
I’m not on the way I had always dreamed
Why I am I here, what am I trying to do?
It’s like walking in the bushes without my shoe
What I am doing is truly meaning less
Can’t even look into mirror coz I hate my face
Do I have to be here or I’m in misplace
I had chance to make life good form disgrace
I know I’ve blown of my big chance to do so
Now I’m sitting on this dark cold floor
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