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I just came back from paradise,
And I was brought back so brutally to rock bottom,
Thanks.
There's at least four people I wish I could just tell them what I think
Because everything they do
Makes me feel more strongly.
And anyone that can inspire such feeling, whether good or bad,
Needs to know about it.
Nothing's intentional. But I'll never tell them. We all know it.
Then suddenly, I'm way too late.
They're all gone, never to think of me.
I could name them all,
Count them off,
Say what I want them to hear,
Just like I'd meant to,
But knew I never would.
I'd be better alone.
It seems like everyone's paired off already.
Hey, that's me.
Wow, I showed up somewhere in the obscurity of the world.
I haven't even been feeling alone.
But I was. Boy, was I alone.
Thank you for helping me see.
Some music's not enough.
I keep thinking there'll be someday.
The only reason I've still got my family's the law.
My friends don't really care, so I've given up on them.
Right now it's just me, a camera, a guitar, a notebook,
And not enough to think about.