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Theres a field where I used to go

Way back in the day

Where I used to believe in everything

Not knowing of a false reality

I'd lay under the clouds and watch as they'd pass me by

I used to dream of great things

Anything was possible

So how come do I wake up everyday

Wishing only to go back

Where did my life get so off  track

Is there something important that I lack

I wast to stop the hurting

But I fear to do that I may have to bleed eternally

No, I am not broken, so don't bother trying to fix me

Just let me be

In this constant misery