Missed spots
Every day i miss a spot
my mind is at a loss
watching the world turn
my heart it really yearns
where is the light, the life i seek
trying so hard to perfect something
but missing the meaning of it all
many times i faulter
not much to offer
my love is terribly sewn together
by a mind fighting itself
nobody understands the hands i've dealt
now what's nowhere is here
i can fill in the empty spaces
find open places
and explore a life with you
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