Life
Why is it that I feel so empty,
And things out of reach tends to tempt me,
Did I take a wrong turn and miss my stop,
Turning into something that I know I'm not,
This is my body, it's not my life,
This is my child, yet not my wife,
Who's life is this that I've made a mess,
Please claim it back so I can rest,
The sights I've seen were not all bad,
But something keeps my heart so sad,
When will I know when I've found me,
And I'm led to the life I'm supposed to see.
And things out of reach tends to tempt me,
Did I take a wrong turn and miss my stop,
Turning into something that I know I'm not,
This is my body, it's not my life,
This is my child, yet not my wife,
Who's life is this that I've made a mess,
Please claim it back so I can rest,
The sights I've seen were not all bad,
But something keeps my heart so sad,
When will I know when I've found me,
And I'm led to the life I'm supposed to see.
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