Lost
You know that feeling when life has lost its meaning
That leaves you reeling, Ya that one
The one where you lose sight of the purpose you were born with
You lose all hope and people you came with
Down the road and all the things they bestowed became overload
You find yourself trying to get back up, thinking you can make up
And get back all the things you gave up
You look down to the paper on your hand, wishing it was harry potter marauder map
To show you the way before you’re driving astray
From the place you call home and the people forgone
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