| Looking through the years that have passed, pretending that I regret nothing.
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| I must apply myself in life. |
| I’m searching for something…
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| I don’t know…
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| Always standing at the crossroad, choosing a path I will walk.
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| It is like a gamble that we can’t ignore…
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| And I play…
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| I’m weak to find myself, the reason for my life.
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| Remember who I used to be… still waiting for the helping hand.
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| Feeling lost and confused, tired of constant uncertainty that is hunting me.
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| Changes… look at me I’m not the man I used to be
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| Before…
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| I’m weak to find myself, the reason for my life.
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| Remember who I used to be… still waiting for the helping hand.
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| Remember who I used to be… still waiting for the helping hand.
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| I’m weak to find myself, the reason for my life.
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| Remember who I used to be… still waiting for the helping hand.
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| I have lost my way in life, in this maze I slowly die.
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| Childhood has ended and now I’m drowning in the sea called life.
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| Youth has no things to regret, but it’s time to think about
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| What I have done…
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| Am I another faceless shadow in the crowd?
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| Is there any reason for my life?
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| Am I another victim of deception?
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| Are there any answers to my questions? |