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It’s so easy to get lost
To get comfortable in the act
In the game of pretend
Of being something you’re not
Perhaps because it’s safer
Or because you are afraid of the monster behind the mask
Someday somebody’s gonna treat you right
They’ll take your hand and hold it tight
They’ll keep you safe all through the night
And remind you how you loved to write
I am waiting waiting for the day to come
Being lost is something I am pretty good at.
I am always lost in my mind, in worlds I am imagining.
Worlds where I am loved, in a perfect family,
and where I get the boy. The right boy.
Last time around it was 25 to life this time around it's A New Life a new beginning
Come on with me they gave me attempted murder aggravated assault with a deadly weapon
