maybe it's just me
my fault
my issue
the old voice kicks in
trying to push it out
listen to truth
but can't quite do it.
not sure why
feeling defeated
knowing that's a lie as well.
on this road
no one to listen or care
cause i can't explain it.
back to the waiting room of life
to page through the dusty magazines from a time long ago.
a time of laughing and freedom
and less confusion.
wish i could push every one away and out.
not helping,
just perplexed.
one do over would be nice.
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