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seek
how i wish there was something there
here i'm always left with nothing (in this wicked world)
it seems i’ll just never reach it
what i was looking up at (always looking down on me)
it can’t ever be looked at that way
it's something that doesn’t fit (i won’t ever belong)
i need to just realize it wasn’t meant to be
these blind eyes just weren’t meant to see
i could seek you, but you won't search for me
i’ve already turned the page
i've left what i didn’t want (it's all behind me now)
