Lost confusion attacks me at every turn,
I feel pain that scars and burns,
So many choices,
I don’t know how to stop these voices.
What exactly is right?
How can you say what is wrong?
Your logic is flawed,
It’s always the same old song.
Simpler times have turned to bitter memories,
My future isn’t as easy to see,
My life doesn’t have a map,
The flawed plans crash down around me.
Will my future hold anything better?
Or just a faster expiration date chained with fetters.
I’m scared shitless,
Why don’t I just try to break?
This flawed mortal coil,
This painfully scarred existence.
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