Thu, 05/04/2017 - 14:30 -- DjGamer

It's a lonely big world

And we're going to big places

But I'm tired of passing

All these unfamiliar faces


I can't seem to recognize

All of my surroundings

Every figure is a blur

In this endless sea of nothing


I'm walking down this road

Finding my way back home

But I keep losing my path

Through this maze of lost wishes


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