This is it I constantly tell myself
No more there's life off the shelf

Yet I end up back where I know is bad
Because I not only think of tears and sad

Wait is it that I am where I am supposed to be
The problem is that I can't blame anyone but me

I need no direction as to which place I'm going to
Dumbfounded still I'll carry on with no clue

But I can't do this it's more than I can take
Pity the soul of those unsure of who's fake

Worst for the one who thinks they aren't the one
I am she in between no return not to be undone

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