The Drift


Trying to stay focused, my eyes keep drifting
I can't see you but know the mood is shifting
I've got my doubts, you have yours
Open staircases but closed doors
I can't seem to find what I want to see
And all my decisions reflect back upon me
It's so hard to wait for the things you want the most
But it's always best not to boast
Sit back and watch them fall
You know damn well you told them all
But they don't listen, although you tried
They think you have done nothing but lied...

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