I'm looking for an answer to a question I don't see...
And its seems like everyone is happy
Just not me...
Lost at sea... I follow with the wind and march to my own beat.
A bag lady but my hands are free.
Stomach full of food yet I feel so empty.
Pain disguised in tight jeans and polished feet.
Maintaining a persona that I'm not sure is me.
Everyone hears what the blind can't see and the blind sees things that seem not to be reality.
And the truth is, the right seems wrong, and the wrong seem right, when in the end the truth comes out at night.
As cold sweats interrupt the peace of dream land which tortures me.
Misconception and misunderstanding of yesterday left tomorrow unclear and today full of fear.
With no hands it is myself who wipes my tears.
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