Letter to a lost one (Final)





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Letter to a lost one (Final)

Dear lost one,

Dear lost one, We have been stuck in this neverending place,

Dear lost one, We have been stuck in this neverending place, Insisting on not having the ability to face this long pace.

Dear lost one, We have been stuck in this neverending place, Insisting on not having the ability to face this long pace. It's not about the place we are stuck in,

Dear lost one, We have been stuck in this neverending place, Insisting on not having the ability to face this long pace. It's not about the place we are stuck in, It's about hardships we face that are harder than tin.

You are a lost one, a lost one like me.

You are a lost one, a lost one like me. Without our pain and constant overthinking,

You are a lost one, a lost one like me. Without our pain and constant overthinking, We would be stuck here without the ability to clump,

You are a lost one, a lost one like me. Without our pain and constant overthinking, We would be stuck here without the ability to clump, to take a chunk of our emotions,

You are a lost one, a lost one like me. Without our pain and constant overthinking, We would be stuck here without the ability to clump, to take a chunk of our emotions, Full of our self doubt,

You are a lost one, a lost one like me. Without our pain and constant overthinking, We would be stuck here without the ability to clump, to take a chunk of our emotions, Full of our self doubt, feelings lost in hidden meanings,

You are a lost one, a lost one like me. Without our pain and constant overthinking, We would be stuck here without the ability to clump, to take a chunk of our emotions, Full of our self doubt, feelings lost in hidden meanings, insecurities.

To roll it all up into a ball,

To roll it all up into a ball, A ball containing every last piece.

To roll it all up into a ball, A ball containing every last piece. Our minds stuck in motion,

To roll it all up into a ball, A ball containing every last piece. Our minds stuck in motion, chained below an ocean,

To roll it all up into a ball, A ball containing every last piece. Our minds stuck in motion, chained below an ocean, stuck in an ocean prison of pain,

To roll it all up into a ball, A ball containing every last piece. Our minds stuck in motion, chained below an ocean, stuck in an ocean prison of pain, thinking nothing of peace,

To roll it all up into a ball, A ball containing every last piece. Our minds stuck in motion, chained below an ocean, stuck in an ocean prison of pain, thinking nothing of peace, Stuck where we cannot breathe,

To roll it all up into a ball, A ball containing every last piece. Our minds stuck in motion, chained below an ocean, stuck in an ocean prison of pain, thinking nothing of peace, Stuck where we cannot breathe, where we cannot be free.

We overthink and overthink, worrying over everything as we try to hide those scars inside as we try not to think of the others outside.

We overthink and overthink, worrying over everything as we try to hide those scars inside as we try not to think of the others outside. We hope no one sees,

We overthink and overthink, worrying over everything as we try to hide those scars inside as we try not to think of the others outside. We hope no one sees, As we try to reach out,

We overthink and overthink, worrying over everything as we try to hide those scars inside as we try not to think of the others outside. We hope no one sees, As we try to reach out, But too afraid to move on that and leave.

Who can help a lost one than a lost one helping oneself?

Who can help a lost one than a lost one helping oneself? We hide away,

Who can help a lost one than a lost one helping oneself? We hide away, With our feelings and insecurities,

Who can help a lost one than a lost one helping oneself? We hide away, With our feelings and insecurities, our self doubt and questioning,

Who can help a lost one than a lost one helping oneself? We hide away, With our feelings and insecurities, our self doubt and questioning, overthinking anxiety,

Who can help a lost one than a lost one helping oneself? We hide away, With our feelings and insecurities, our self doubt and questioning, overthinking anxiety, We hide where no one can find us.

When there ever is a glimpse of us,

When there ever is a glimpse of us, Lost ones stuck in dark hues,

When there ever is a glimpse of us, Lost ones stuck in dark hues, There will be a time where it is darker,

When there ever is a glimpse of us, Lost ones stuck in dark hues, There will be a time where it is darker, covered,

When there ever is a glimpse of us, Lost ones stuck in dark hues, There will be a time where it is darker, covered, Striky and

When there ever is a glimpse of us, Lost ones stuck in dark hues, There will be a time where it is darker, covered, Striky and calm,

When there ever is a glimpse of us, Lost ones stuck in dark hues, There will be a time where it is darker, covered, Striky and calm, Murderous and

When there ever is a glimpse of us, Lost ones stuck in dark hues, There will be a time where it is darker, covered, Striky and calm, Murderous and unsafe;

When there ever is a glimpse of us, Lost ones stuck in dark hues, There will be a time where it is darker, covered, Striky and calm, Murderous and unsafe; We are here without a face,

No reason to survive this race.

No reason to survive this race. We search on and on,

No reason to survive this race. We search on and on, Looking for things without a song,

No reason to survive this race. We search on and on, Looking for things without a song, We may find comfort and refuge in many,

No reason to survive this race. We search on and on, Looking for things without a song, We may find comfort and refuge in many, But we cannot stay in this loud place of bongs.

Here there is no light,

Here there is no light, No guidance at all.

Here there is no light, No guidance at all. We wish for a guide,

Here there is no light, No guidance at all. We wish for a guide, We hope we won't fall,

Here there is no light, No guidance at all. We wish for a guide, We hope we won't fall, We strike against those with venomous words,

Here there is no light, No guidance at all. We wish for a guide, We hope we won't fall, We strike against those with venomous words, Trying to hide when we know we will always fall.

We want them to find us,

We want them to find us, To help,

We want them to find us, To help, But we do not want them to see the disguises we harbor,

We want them to find us, To help, But we do not want them to see the disguises we harbor, Hiding as this way is harder.

We want them to find us, To help, But we do not want them to see the disguises we harbor, Hiding as this way is harder. We want them to know we are like them,

We want them to find us, To help, But we do not want them to see the disguises we harbor, Hiding as this way is harder. We want them to know we are like them, a lost one,

We want them to find us, To help, But we do not want them to see the disguises we harbor, Hiding as this way is harder. We want them to know we are like them, a lost one, But we're afraid of what they will say when they know,

when they see underneath those layers,

when they see underneath those layers, Those layers of self doubt,

when they see underneath those layers, Those layers of self doubt, of insecurities,

when they see underneath those layers, Those layers of self doubt, of insecurities, of thoughts,

when they see underneath those layers, Those layers of self doubt, of insecurities, of thoughts, of questions,

when they see underneath those layers, Those layers of self doubt, of insecurities, of thoughts, of questions, locked up hope.

when they see underneath those layers, Those layers of self doubt, of insecurities, of thoughts, of questions, locked up hope. Our fears drip like our tears:

when they see underneath those layers, Those layers of self doubt, of insecurities, of thoughts, of questions, locked up hope. Our fears drip like our tears: quick and unstoppable,

when they see underneath those layers, Those layers of self doubt, of insecurities, of thoughts, of questions, locked up hope. Our fears drip like our tears: quick and unstoppable, Stuck and timeless,

when they see underneath those layers, Those layers of self doubt, of insecurities, of thoughts, of questions, locked up hope. Our fears drip like our tears: quick and unstoppable, Stuck and timeless, Left unstable.

Drip,

Drip, drop,

Drip, drop, drip

Drip, drop, drip drop,

Drip, drop, drip drop, Our tears fall from our unending fears,

Drip, drop, drip drop, Our tears fall from our unending fears, Falling whenever they can,

Drip, drop, drip drop, Our tears fall from our unending fears, Falling whenever they can, Sometimes unable to fall, leaving no trace at all.

Drip, drop, drip drop, Our tears fall from our unending fears, Falling whenever they can, Sometimes unable to fall, leaving no trace at all. The worst of those tears are not the ones that are shed;

They're the ones that are unable to breach the surface,

They're the ones that are unable to breach the surface, Unable to come up from inside our vase,

They're the ones that are unable to breach the surface, Unable to come up from inside our vase, Unable to escape the prisons deep inside us,

They're the ones that are unable to breach the surface, Unable to come up from inside our vase, Unable to escape the prisons deep inside us, Causing us to remember,

They're the ones that are unable to breach the surface, Unable to come up from inside our vase, Unable to escape the prisons deep inside us, Causing us to remember, over and over,

They're the ones that are unable to breach the surface, Unable to come up from inside our vase, Unable to escape the prisons deep inside us, Causing us to remember, over and over, that we are lost ones.

They're the ones that are unable to breach the surface, Unable to come up from inside our vase, Unable to escape the prisons deep inside us, Causing us to remember, over and over, that we are lost ones. Lost ones that we are,

But not everyone can hide it like a penny in a car.

But not everyone can hide it like a penny in a car. We drown as we fill up with tar,

But not everyone can hide it like a penny in a car. We drown as we fill up with tar, Suffocating until no air is drawn,

But not everyone can hide it like a penny in a car. We drown as we fill up with tar, Suffocating until no air is drawn, No air is left for us to pawn,

But not everyone can hide it like a penny in a car. We drown as we fill up with tar, Suffocating until no air is drawn, No air is left for us to pawn, We are left without our power,

But not everyone can hide it like a penny in a car. We drown as we fill up with tar, Suffocating until no air is drawn, No air is left for us to pawn, We are left without our power, without our saw to cut away.

We are lost ones that have traveled so very far,

We are lost ones that have traveled so very far, When we awaken,

We are lost ones that have traveled so very far, When we awaken, our lars regained from a spar,

We are lost ones that have traveled so very far, When we awaken, our lars regained from a spar, Our lands awash with colors,

We are lost ones that have traveled so very far, When we awaken, our lars regained from a spar, Our lands awash with colors, Awaiting afar.

We are lost ones that have traveled so very far, When we awaken, our lars regained from a spar, Our lands awash with colors, Awaiting afar. No more will we hide,

We are lost ones that have traveled so very far, When we awaken, our lars regained from a spar, Our lands awash with colors, Awaiting afar. No more will we hide, No more will we ride,

Into our places following ancient and feeble lore,

Into our places following ancient and feeble lore, We travel where there is much in store.

Into our places following ancient and feeble lore, We travel where there is much in store. We question our decisions and names we make with mere a cision,

Into our places following ancient and feeble lore, We travel where there is much in store. We question our decisions and names we make with mere a cision, As we race through the past,

Into our places following ancient and feeble lore, We travel where there is much in store. We question our decisions and names we make with mere a cision, As we race through the past, Our shiny, glowing mast strapped to our back.

No more will we feel trapped,

No more will we feel trapped, No more will we guard,

No more will we feel trapped, No more will we guard, No more will we hide,

No more will we feel trapped, No more will we guard, No more will we hide, No more will we doubt,

No more will we feel trapped, No more will we guard, No more will we hide, No more will we doubt, No more will we fear of what could be, of what could happen,

No more will we feel trapped, No more will we guard, No more will we hide, No more will we doubt, No more will we fear of what could be, of what could happen, No more.

We know there will be many questions,

We know there will be many questions, That score their way through our minds,

We know there will be many questions, That score their way through our minds, leaving pain filled images, Leaving the mental pain,

We know there will be many questions, That score their way through our minds, leaving pain filled images, Leaving the mental pain, Pulling on us like a physical train.

We know there will be many questions, That score their way through our minds, leaving pain filled images, Leaving the mental pain, Pulling on us like a physical train. Our hearts derived from pain, as we try to come up with ways to explain,

A way to escape,

A way to escape, A way to get away from everything around us as we hopelessly run and hide,

A way to escape, A way to get away from everything around us as we hopelessly run and hide, Run and hide as we tried,

A way to escape, A way to get away from everything around us as we hopelessly run and hide, Run and hide as we tried, Trying to find a way to our ride,

A way to escape, A way to get away from everything around us as we hopelessly run and hide, Run and hide as we try, Trying to find a way to our ride, Trying to find our way back through many tides.

We hunt with newfound pride,

We hunt with newfound pride, As we scrounge our ways through the world of hide,

We hunt with newfound pride, As we scrounge our ways through the world of hide, We ride on with nothing else to gain,

We hunt with newfound pride, As we scrounge our ways through the world of hide, We ride on with nothing else to gain, As we go through no amber waves of grain;

We hunt with newfound pride, As we scrounge our ways through the world of hide, We ride on with nothing else to gain, As we go through no amber waves of grain; But instead through more and more pain.

We venture forth,

We venture forth, Getting more and more lost.

We venture forth, Getting more and more lost. There is no light to guide us,

We venture forth, Getting more and more lost. There is no light to guide us, There is no hope for those without a silver key,

We venture forth, Getting more and more lost. There is no light to guide us, There is no hope for those without a silver key, The ones who are lost can always be found buried more than twenty feet.

The wind whistles through the leaves as our hair sways from the wind as we repeat our motto over and over again:

The wind whistles through the leaves as our hair sways from the wind as we repeat our motto over and over again: We are lost ones who can never be found,

The wind whistles through the leaves as our hair sways from the wind as we repeat our motto over and over again: We are lost ones who can never be found, We will always be stuck like an animal in a pound,

The wind whistles through the leaves as our hair sways from the wind as we repeat our motto over and over again: We are lost ones who can never be found, We will always be stuck like an animal in a pound, With many locks and keys,

The wind whistles through the leaves as our hair sways from the wind as we repeat our motto over and over again: We are lost ones who can never be found, We will always be stuck like an animal in a pound, With many locks and keys, No one will be found in this river without sound.

Letter to the lost one, -We're both wanderers without aim, we are both lost all the same; but we will find out someday, as long as we don't lose our way. I know we can get through this without any more pain and fake sounding okays, the lost one

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