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I’m in a place where I feel lost Hoping somehow I will belong Give me a reason to hold on This life of mine goes up and down Like the carnivals merry go round Spinning constantly on an axle
You see a forest they look at you the same Everyone... All they see is trees I do not see trees For I am blinded by the leaves of them I appreciate being blinded
 Let go of your perceptionsthey are all wrong
Subscribe to misjudgment