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I search for the things that don't exist I went from an optimist dreamer to a skeptic pessimist I went from being a caring activist to narcissistic and selfish I went from being mute to everyone wishing I had a muzzle I went from knowing what I wanted to being indecisive and puzzled I went from going along with what they said To questioning everything that we did I went from sweet to cold From honey to bitter like mold My heart had been sold Where was my soul going to go I was stumbling in the dark While others decided my fate I went from restless to sleeping the day away What had happened to me I don't know At first it didn't show No one knew Barely anyone knows I pretend to have a handle A grip on my life All this time I've been slipping Trying to hold onto the edge of the cliff It's just a matter of time before someone does me the way scar did to Mufasa Put the clock back up I can't change the past Broken bones get put in a cast Trying to find people to fill my gap But the void won't leave I search for the things that don't exist I lost my hope But somehow hope finds me Pleading for me to reverse the damage My casualties inflicted Oppressing affliction My heart keeps asking when I'll stop playing the victim
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
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I search for the things that don't exist I went from an optimist dreamer to a skeptic pessimist I went from being a caring activist to narcissistic and selfish I went from being mute to everyone wishing I had a muzzle I went from knowing what I wanted to being indecisive and puzzled I went from going along with what they said To questioning everything that we did I went from sweet to cold From honey to bitter like mold My heart had been sold Where was my soul going to go I was stumbling in the dark While others decided my fate I went from restless to sleeping the day away What had happened to me I don't know At first it didn't show No one knew Barely anyone knows I pretend to have a handle A grip on my life All this time I've been slipping Trying to hold onto the edge of the cliff It's just a matter of time before someone does me the way scar did to Mufasa Put the clock back up I can't change the past Broken bones get put in a cast Trying to find people to fill my gap But the void won't leave I search for the things that don't exist I lost my hope But somehow hope finds me Pleading for me to reverse the damage My casualties inflicted Oppressing affliction My heart keeps asking when I'll stop playing the victim
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
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