Drifting in dreams, walking in circles reliving the past.
It's not as it seems. The mind is where it all goes so fast.
Falling in shadows, awakened by rain.
Beaten by battles, wondering if my santies insane.
Time, all this time making no sense.
Find what is my mind and mine, or was it all meaningless.
All the past is gone away.
Am I left here all alone?
I scream, I shout, and pray.
Will my words be the only sound that I hear,
My voice falls before me as I've shed my final tear.

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