Lost

 

     Well, is that what you chose?
          And never look back...
   And never regret what you lose...
   And knowing that no going back...
 
  
          So sudden and rough...
          But fighting yourself...
     Refusing to see, not sure enough
Of actions and thoughts, their nature itself.
 
           
Just cutting it of,
    Pushing away, whatever you love...
           Whatever you have -
Your family, life you've got lucky to have
 
           
Just sawing it off...
           No matter the cost...
           No matter how hard...
           No matter how hurt...
            Just blowing it off...
 
 
Not feeling a thing? Pretending you're not;
    Distracting yourself, denying your life
        You have built and achieved...
  Still fighting yourself, place you belong...

 


 

 

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