we're all trying to find ourselves, we look to each other,
we're bringing each other down, we're helping each other out...
I'm living more, I'm appreciating less,
what matters more,
what will make this important,
what will make me remember.
why was it a chore, why don't I feel amazingly different,
I know I say things, why don't I believe them?
Why aren't we close, when we said we'd always be,
why haven't I see you yet, when other people have,
why do I feel like I'm always the last one standing, the last one left caring?
Where am I going?
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