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I can feel their eyes are watching

I can hear myself getting lost

I can feel the emptiness creeping up 

I can pretend to afford the cost

I can see the end of the road

The paths I never wanted to tread 

I can look away for what it’s worth

But I’d just lost myself again

Leaving notes maybe you could find

Scribbled in a rushed lonely blur

Perhaps there you could see behind

I’m here, but really I’m not sure 

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