Mapping it out
Mapping it out was one of the ways that I can be me
In my eyes I see what it's like knowing
The world around me is always changing
But day by day I seem to survive
But deep down your hard core
There is a soft sport that I know for sure
Will give up hope and when life passes by
You will know it just dont give up
On the dream you hold is like planning
A get away when all you try to do
Is to set free from everyone else
Cause this life stands hand to hand
Cause mapping it out is just a understanding
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