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Lost,
I can’t forget the fantasy I lived in,
whether it came true
I miss hoping for who I’d end with;
We don’t speak anymore
Unless you count the four
time’s we spoke in
the dream the night before,
it’s funny how high you feel
when you’re not even four inches
off the floor;
Stir crazy, Puzzled,
Confused, and Conflicted
Dazed in delusion, Spun out,
Contradicted,
Torn apart, Divided,
Lit up, Clear headed
but blinded,
Past, Present, and Future
opposing forces have collided,
and in collision,
I’m shattered
and scattered
after math of something
that doesn’t matter,
It never happened
so why am I not laughing
or why the laughter
isn’t coming faster
or why relief isn’t coming quicker,
downing on a bottle,
put me on the liquor,
A can and a paint brush
couldn’t paint me a better picture
For now.
I can’t forget the fantasy I lived in,
whether it came true
I miss hoping for who I’d end with;
We don’t speak anymore
Unless you count the four
time’s we spoke in
the dream the night before,
it’s funny how high you feel
when you’re not even four inches
off the floor;
Stir crazy, Puzzled,
Confused, and Conflicted
Dazed in delusion, Spun out,
Contradicted,
Torn apart, Divided,
Lit up, Clear headed
but blinded,
Past, Present, and Future
opposing forces have collided,
and in collision,
I’m shattered
and scattered
after math of something
that doesn’t matter,
It never happened
so why am I not laughing
or why the laughter
isn’t coming faster
or why relief isn’t coming quicker,
downing on a bottle,
put me on the liquor,
A can and a paint brush
couldn’t paint me a better picture
For now.
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