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I'm sick of all this emptiness I've chosen for a life
Without no direction, it's a never-ending strife
It seemed so perfect as I planted fertile seeds
But in this barren soil I've lost my basic...
I've lost my basic needs

I wish that I could leave this trap, I want another me
I find myself in places I was not supposed to be
At the finger post I try to look another way
But all I see is future forming the shape of something...
The shape of something gray

Sometimes I'm afraid I've lost my way
Certain I always fail to cease the day
Somewhere I began to go astray
If I could only change...
Another life is all it takes

If there was a way to live my life again
I'd make sure that I would avoid the pain
Of moving silently, floating with the streams
Till undercurrents drag me under