Walking thru an empty forest
\nTime is going like its slowest
\nNothing left from what I had
\nI miss everyone, sisters, mom and dad<\/p>\n
Yesterday it was two years
\nSince that horrible crash
\nWhen one little boy in jeans
\nWanted to pull a dash<\/p>\n
All through the acceleration
\nHe lost all the traction
\nTurn the wheel and lost control
\nAnd hit my family car right to the door<\/p>\n
None of them made it out safe
\nThe name of the boy was Dave
\nI was with friends on a hiking passage
\nWhen I get this horrible message <\/p>\n
Sometimes I don\u2019t want to live anymore
\nBut I\u2019m only one who walks thru our home door
\nI have to push this bloodline further
\nBut this task is such a burden <\/p>\n
I\u2019ve been trying as hard as I could
\nBut I think I failed – as I always would
\nYet I feel so alone
\nNo wonder – I\u2019m only one who lives in this *home*<\/p>\n
People say that the number of fishes is plenty
\nBut it\u2019s impossible to find a wife when I\u2019m this empty
\nLast time it left me broken
\nIt shouldn\u2019t even be spoken <\/p>\n
So I will just walk between these trees
\nFeeling the fresh power of this autumn breeze
\nIt feels so nice but what comes next
\nIf I wrote book about me, what would be the text<\/p>\n
Day by day I\u2019m losing motivation
\nAnd getting bigger sleep deprivation
\nTrying to understand all my emotion
\nBut don\u2019t know what\u2019s my devotion
\nLast week I got a promotion
\nBut I feel like without motion
\nLike I don\u2019t have function
\nFrom all my tears I can make ocean<\/p>\n
So I go day by day
\nNight by night
\nUntil I find
\nWhat\u2019s finally right<\/p>\n
Maybe one day I find where I belong
\nAnd build a place I can call home
\nNot just a home but My home
\nHowever until then the old me will be gone<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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