Lost
At the end of the day I'm gonna be alone at some point Though im never fully alone I get stuck in my thoughts I wondered how things went so wrong Jumping to conclusions Of how i ended up the problem In my own story I became the person i said i wouldn't be Realizing so horribly late Yet i was once what people wanted To the point where I can not connect to myself I ended up lost without a map Im trapped, Stuck even Not knowing where right or left is Nor up and down A black void fills my path But when you look at someone though rose colored glass All the flags just look like flags And so I think and ask myself Am i the red flag? Or am i a lit match walking until my fire Dies out.
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