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I Don't Know
I don't know if it's just the way I feel.
The way I have been,or slowly heal.
I don't know if it's something I have seen.
But sometimes,I wish for something I've never been.
Yearning to feel those memories once more.
I don't know if I just fell on the floor.
Or if I had t actually walk out the door.
Maybe it's something I drank or ate.
Maybe it's destiny or fate.
I don't know if I ate something wrong.
But I feel broken like a love song.
I don't see if it's something I drank.
I want to be frank,not blank.
Or maybe it's my breakfast today.
That makes me feel this way.
But I remember a certain memory long ago.
That only I nowadays know.
I remember the flavour of what made me feel like this.
Like a dear childhood memory filled with bliss.
If I could just travel far away.
I could go back in time.
Things might be better,easier.
Instead of running out of time.
Maybe after that,I'll rise and shine.
Maybe it's the way I write or rhyme.
Or perhaps it's the way I brushed my hair.
The way I brushed my teeth,or changed for fair.
But lately,I feel like running out of time.
If I am not here in a month or two.
Play a special,favorite tune.
And hopefully I return.
Because lately I am burnout,almost burn.
Maybe it's the way the years passed.
My time,moving so fast.
Maybe it's just the way I dreamt tonight and slept.
Like a short term escape.
Of time running out,colorless landscape.
Maybe it could be the way he laughs.
And always brightens my day.
Maybe I could use my fantasy.
To try and run far away.
Like Alice fell in a rabbit hole.
I could use Wonderland to cope.
Filled with music,laughter.
Without opening the dark chapter.
Maybe it's the way I hold my pen as I write.
I don't know if I will get peaceful sleep tonight.
Maybe I just need to look at the bright side.
Perhaps adventure awaits.
And lots of food filled plates.
The way I have been,or slowly heal.
I don't know if it's something I have seen.
But sometimes,I wish for something I've never been.
Yearning to feel those memories once more.
I don't know if I just fell on the floor.
Or if I had t actually walk out the door.
Maybe it's something I drank or ate.
Maybe it's destiny or fate.
I don't know if I ate something wrong.
But I feel broken like a love song.
I don't see if it's something I drank.
I want to be frank,not blank.
Or maybe it's my breakfast today.
That makes me feel this way.
But I remember a certain memory long ago.
That only I nowadays know.
I remember the flavour of what made me feel like this.
Like a dear childhood memory filled with bliss.
If I could just travel far away.
I could go back in time.
Things might be better,easier.
Instead of running out of time.
Maybe after that,I'll rise and shine.
Maybe it's the way I write or rhyme.
Or perhaps it's the way I brushed my hair.
The way I brushed my teeth,or changed for fair.
But lately,I feel like running out of time.
If I am not here in a month or two.
Play a special,favorite tune.
And hopefully I return.
Because lately I am burnout,almost burn.
Maybe it's the way the years passed.
My time,moving so fast.
Maybe it's just the way I dreamt tonight and slept.
Like a short term escape.
Of time running out,colorless landscape.
Maybe it could be the way he laughs.
And always brightens my day.
Maybe I could use my fantasy.
To try and run far away.
Like Alice fell in a rabbit hole.
I could use Wonderland to cope.
Filled with music,laughter.
Without opening the dark chapter.
Maybe it's the way I hold my pen as I write.
I don't know if I will get peaceful sleep tonight.
Maybe I just need to look at the bright side.
Perhaps adventure awaits.
And lots of food filled plates.
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