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I’ve been low. Not too low, it’s hard to know
What ground I own or how to hold, hold my own.
I’ve been standing like I done this before, did I though? It’s hard to know
Running circles right around my soul. When will I let go? When will I let go?
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Everytime I feel that I’m not so great,
I remember what I told myself yesterday.
It’s a matter that’ll pass, and it’s not too late.
It’s not too late. Yeah, it’s not too late. Yeah.
But, the thought wrestles to find my mind.
I try to guide it but, the guide needs guidance.
When we are alone, I can’t silence my mind.
I guess I’m just traumatized.
I’ve been low. Not too low but, now I know
Middle ground’s where I have to cope. Settle for more, all with false hope.
It’s cold.
I’m bold.
I go.
Where no one goes.
I know,
That I don’t know when I’ll come home.