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Waking up each day to the shadows of my past, I stare at them and try to wish them away
they don't leave me, I try hard every morning, every night and every single moment.
Why don't you go away? Why must you linger on? Why must you connect yourself to each new act of misery and make a chain? Why will you tighten this chain around my neck?

Happiness is so elusive that even being on top of the world seems just any other day,
bitterness is the only taste I know, I struggle to let go, I struggle so much to let it go...
Each day I try to start afresh, but why must you still be there, why do you hang around,
Oh Shadow! Please let me be, let me be free, let me be happy, let me fly, let me live...

Why must you not help me god? How many more years do I endure this?
Send me my share of happiness, before I forget what this word means, before I forget how much it means to me.
I am not living, I am not dying, I am drifting in this ocean you call a world.
People who matter, I don't matter to them. I try to ride over it, but it still hurts.
I feel out of place everywhere I go, I am a loner in the this vast ocean of humanity
I am drowning in this ocean and no one seems to care, I cry, I beg, I shout and no one seems to hear.
Will you hear my prayer? Will you hear my grief? Will you hear my soul?
No! It is the truth, for all I am just one drifter who they can do without. But can I? or should I? but I do.

I need no pity, I need no sorrow, I need no love, I just need someone who cares,
I need someone who knows, someone who believes, someone who is mine.
I am not me, find me, I don't know where I kept myself, I lost me, find me find me.

You only see my shadow, but where am I? who am I? do you know me?
In your vast ocean, is there a place for me? I don't know? I don't know any emotion that you all take for granted?
I never had a friend, I never had a soul mate, I never knew anyone and no one ever knew me or has known me.
I am cast away in your ocean and forgotten to rot in the prison of sorrows. My cell is my soul.
For how long do you want to keep me? or should I escape? should I go back to where we all came back?
Return to sender with lots of hate...
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