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Lost in my own confession






I find myself in question
And I get lost in the nothingless
Inside of me
Lost in my own confession

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Bad thoughts and angry voices
Erase all the things, till it’s gone
I want to find that something
I’ve wanted all along

Still I’ve got nothing to say
Still I’ve got everything to lose
What I thought, was never real
And what I think, I still refuse

It’s not the way
I had imagined, it all in my mind
And those thoughts and wishes 
I still can’t leave behind
 
It’s the only real thing
That I've got left to feel
It can’t seperate wrong from right
Can’t seperate fake from real

I can't esteem the way
Everyone is looking at me
If I wouldn’t move forward
A past would never be

. . . . .

Lost in my own confession
I take the blame for the sake,
Of being with you
If it would be, a huge mistake






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