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I Dont Know Anymore
I Don't Know Anymore..
Life seems to be
A giant tangled mess..
There's a fork in the road
And cracks and speed bumps
Seem to haunt my path...
I don't know anymore..
The meaning
Of my very existence..
I leave one day
And come back another
Exactly the same..
I don't know anymore..
Why love won't bless me
With it's sweet, undying passion..
It doesn't boast or compete
Nor does it shout or squeal
And I can't find it wherever I look..
I don't know anymore..
Why my heart lies in this hell
And suffers this everlasting fate..
It burns and cries to me
But its all in vain
Because there's nothing I can do to help..
I don't know anymore..
Why my mind has been sent
To life in this underlying prison..
It wanders and paces
Back and forth in that tiny
Cramped cell..
I don't know anymore..
The meaning of passion
And everything within it..
Passion used to be color
Spread on the artist palette
Now it's all black and white
Can I return?
Can I be who I was?
Can I find love?
Can I discover the meaning of my existence?
Can I ever help my heart out of this hell?
Can I free my mind from this prison?
Can I re-invent the color of passion?...
Maybe one day
I'll find my way
And rebirth
The many parts of me
that died off
Yesterday...
Life seems to be
A giant tangled mess..
There's a fork in the road
And cracks and speed bumps
Seem to haunt my path...
I don't know anymore..
The meaning
Of my very existence..
I leave one day
And come back another
Exactly the same..
I don't know anymore..
Why love won't bless me
With it's sweet, undying passion..
It doesn't boast or compete
Nor does it shout or squeal
And I can't find it wherever I look..
I don't know anymore..
Why my heart lies in this hell
And suffers this everlasting fate..
It burns and cries to me
But its all in vain
Because there's nothing I can do to help..
I don't know anymore..
Why my mind has been sent
To life in this underlying prison..
It wanders and paces
Back and forth in that tiny
Cramped cell..
I don't know anymore..
The meaning of passion
And everything within it..
Passion used to be color
Spread on the artist palette
Now it's all black and white
Can I return?
Can I be who I was?
Can I find love?
Can I discover the meaning of my existence?
Can I ever help my heart out of this hell?
Can I free my mind from this prison?
Can I re-invent the color of passion?...
Maybe one day
I'll find my way
And rebirth
The many parts of me
that died off
Yesterday...
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