Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Shrouded

Someone once told me that we're all born different
We can't all be chasing the same dreams wanting the same thing
But i can't help it if i'm falling behind
I still can't see a clear path straight ahead of me
All i know is my own future is bleak
Clouded, hidden behind these shadows that will never seem to go away

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