I feed the pain inside of me
Afraid to add another mistake
To my great collection of years, months, days
Guess I'll never figure it out
Future will arrive
And hope is change will come
Not like the one I fake
Most like the one I seek
It's hard to chase when your legs hurt
But I gotta understand this is how it goes
I am weak. I am naive
Though being young makes one dream
Wish is not to quit
Finding strength wherever I go
Tiny leftovers to feed my soul
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