It never made sense
I'm always biding my time and thinking about these choices and familiar faces
I won't wake up to the same damn thing every day
I've got a purpose and it keeps me going
Conscious of, but still unclear
A story and its writer lay here
Frail shoulders curved with a burden
Weight of it all is haunting me
Set down on this written path, it's been one year but no time has passed
Something has to change this
Drift away
Drift to me
Let us recall how I carried this weight
My anger, it surpassed my fate but I cannot wake
Misdirected, skeptical, and tormented
Speak of the memory, hope for humanity
My thoughts recur and my pasts endures every last shade of grey, but there is no absence
Half a smile and my hard times, but you're not my burden
I'm always biding my time and thinking about these choices and familiar faces
I won't wake up to the same damn thing every day
I've got a purpose and it keeps me going
Conscious of, but still unclear
A story and its writer lay here
Frail shoulders curved with a burden
Weight of it all is haunting me
Set down on this written path, it's been one year but no time has passed
Something has to change this
Drift away
Drift to me
Let us recall how I carried this weight
My anger, it surpassed my fate but I cannot wake
Misdirected, skeptical, and tormented
Speak of the memory, hope for humanity
My thoughts recur and my pasts endures every last shade of grey, but there is no absence
Half a smile and my hard times, but you're not my burden
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