I run from myself
Every chance that I get
42 and still I don't know who
I truly am yet

Feeling lonely though
Not technically alone
Afraid of now, afraid of then,
Afraid of what I know and all the unknown

Who am I to be someone
Who belongs standing right here?
A complicated life
Makes the fragility of life so unclear

What's done is done,
Besides, I'd only mess up a reset
What I have done and what I haven't
Both turn to regret

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