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Things get so complicated. To complex to understand.
Though it all seems to go away when you take my hand.
The life we live is different from what we want.
The memories of him continue to haunt.

Always stuck in this confusing place.
You can see it written all over my face.
I wonder why things happen to me.
In the end I hope it will be clear to see

When it's good. It feels so great.
But when it's bad. I make every mistake.
Running away. Always looking back.
A stable life is what I seem to lack.

It's always something. In the back of my head.
Sometimes I think I would be happy if I were dead.
These thoughts they linger like before.
As I lay here on the floor

I cry and cry. But nothing seems to help.
I think it's me. Something inside myself.
Not sure if I'll ever get exactly what I want.
These simple tasks continue to daunt.