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Dec 2015
I've been wandering down the same road, just lit up with different lights
Trying to trick me into thinking that I finally got it right
But I know all that I'm good for, my whole life is a lie
All I do is try

I'm always trying to do
But I'm never doing that much
Trying is all that I'm good for
Failing is all that I know
I'm always trying to do
But I'm never doing that much
Failing is all that I'm good at
Trying is all that I show

I've blistered up my feet and worn the ground down to the core
I see the magma seeping from the cracks created on the forest floor
And it's getting hot, my boots are burned, my feet hurt
But just a little more
All I do is try


I'm always trying to do
But I'm never doing that much
Trying is all that I'm good for
Failing is all that I know
I'm always trying to do
But I'm never doing that much
Failing is all that I'm good at
Trying is all that I show

My vision is quite blurry, and it all now looks the same
I see a street sign in the distance, but I can't make out the name
All this time I've thought it was my circumstance that I should place my blame
But it's me
All I do is try

I try, but I never achieve
I give it all up, and I leave
I try not to lie to myself
But the truth is too much to believe
I was playing my dad's old guitar earlier, and this just came out of nowhere. I miss you, Dad.Thanks for the inspiration and assistance.
Arlo Disarray
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