You told me
"I'll be here forever."
Understanding you is
crazy.
So I wrote this
song.
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Why do I feel like I'm always running,
always chasing after someone
or something?
Why do I feel like I'm never breathing,
wondering,
wandering,
giving all I have for one
specific thing?
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It's happy at first,
but bittersweet
if you think
too hard.
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And as for me,
I am simply a necessary filler--
merely part of the background
painting to make up the lives of others.
And as for me,
the question lies:
am I truly living, or
am I nothing more
than just alive,
breathing without
much of a meaning?
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