a lost stranger
what a life full of confusion
Full of expectations
Full of sadness
Full of loneliness
Full tear
Oh I think am lost
But who will find me
Soaked in the thought of so many imagination
Oh! I think am going wild
I can't even explain myself
I know there is a problem
Am that problem is me
But the real problem is
where I don't seem to figure out
There are too many problems
The big one is me
And the bigger one is
That I don't know the problem in me
It seem worthless
soaked in the river of tear
Suffer the wound which seem will never heal
Then am lost
BUT WHO WILL FIND ME
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