I can't keep chasing all the things that might have been.
Should I stop or should I carry on?
I try to think of what I did that did fate wrong.
Am I found or am I lost?
And do I have the will to face the dawn?

I write on this in hopes that someone finds my thoughts,
and reassures my love forlorn heart.
Maybe you don't need to be forever in my freams.
Feel my thoughts as if they were your own.
... I wonder who you are.

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When I was drunk and feeling down, I wrote that on the back of a beer mat and decided to copy in into my iPod.

huh o.o