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Can i really see the future?
or is it because this day has happened already,
that one, for sure.

My life is losing meaning, left my hopes with the teen,
what use do i have if there is no one around to try me?
I simply just repeat the same routine.

I am missing out on so much, enough to become over stressed,
unable to tell reality and dreams apart,
started as a prospect ending up depressed.

I just do what I'm told, I always stay in the lines,
with a bore there is no adventure or excitement,
at least i don't have to pay for lives fines.

Writing on paper inside this notebook of dreams and fears,
hiding behind confident people so i don't show my tears,
enough tries to know when love is becoming a game we play,
now i'm stuck doing the same thing every single day.