Upon reaching a point,
perhaps i will let go that finger that I'm holding on with
how much of it takes to do it..

I've not been understood,
I've been given up,
I've been kicked aside,

I feel like how you felt..
that's all..

I'm tired..
I've been living in denial..

Walking on the street like you were never afraid of anything..
but right in there, you are just hiding at a corner..

*All said were repetition after one another..
because it just keep running..
running lap after lap..
how much i wish its running away from me..


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what you see may not be the truth
And what you don't see is the truth..

I'm sure that i saw "it" since young..

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