Will have an answer to all my questions

and I can't hardly understand my heart.

All the ways that I have expressed myself 

is draining me...


Eventually, I fall down and cry.

All pretty in my eyes turned all misty and vain.

Losing the sense of purpose. 

Losing the sense of self.


Will I have myself to begin with.

Will I have be around for myself.



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