Its a funny feeling
sinking reeling
wonderin' where your head's at.
Trotting down your own path
trying not to look back
wonderin' what's ahead of you.
Hoping there's and open door
that you'll find what you're looking for
wonderin' how you're supposed to know.
Taking every chance you get
doing things you wont forget
wonderin' if this is it.
Working hard to fill your mind
looking far for what you'll find
wonderin' what to believe in.
Staring out the window
making life go slow
wonderin' when things will make sense.
Wind is blowing hear its cries
sun leaks in your tight shut eyes
wonderin' when this ends.
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