I got lost, and I don't know how
But maybe I need to be lost right now.
It's too dark on my left,
And too bright to my right,
And here in the middle
It's just too tight.
I hear goodbyes that I never said,
And bake tears into my daily bread.
But you don't need to see them;
They aren't yours to see.
They're a gift from myself
That I give back to me.
If I wake up tomorrow
I guess that's my fault, too;
I'm sorry that I'm such a burden on you.
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