I keep searching in this place,
unsure of what I might find---

The tears still marking my face,
I may really be losing my mind.
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The person I most want to talk to,
doesn't seem able to be found---

I look at the fog I can't see thru,
as this smile turns into a frown.
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Is it my judgement or just my vision?
I can't tell which one's more clouded---

My heart suffering another incision,
the scars are starting to get crowded.
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I could go up or down to the left or right,
it doesn't matter which direction I choose---

I should just sit on the bench out of the light,
cuz when I play in the game, we lose.....