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I feel like Iīm lost and thereīs no going back,
To the place where I know I belong.
Ive changed through the years like we all knew we would,
And now wonder if this change has been good.
Falling faster all the time, stepping further passed that line.
If all the air has left the room, slowly sinking in this tomb.
Arrest me, control me, donīt act like you donīt know me.
Stepping out or stepping in, ready to begin again.
Saw the wake yet thereīs a haze over my eyes.
This will be a hard one to disguise.
I start the day in focus, but it ends up blurred.
Like a Romesque language, I canīt read a word.
Falling faster all the time, stepping further passed that line.
If all the air has left the room, slowly sinking in this tomb.
Arrest me, control me, donīt act like you donīt know me.
Stepping out or stepping in, ready to begin again.
And Iīll be your patient, a product of environment.
Truth can be so hard to see when the heart and mind is warm and free.
I feel like Iīm lost and thereīs no going back,
To the place where I know I belong.
Ive changed through the years like we all knew we would,
And now wonder if this change has been good.