its not really about understanding.
Its never about the future,
its about which page to turn.
You'll waste your life in fear,
drowning blindly in darkness.
Unable to see the better,
unable to see the wrongs.
And maybe you'll sit there and cry,
passing each and every goodbye.
And maybe you'll get what you wanted,
or maybe you'll be tracked down and hunted.
Fixing isnt the same as breaking--
real is different from your faking.
But let this go, and soon become,
Something More. . . .
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