You are lost,
When I am around,
You are found,
When I leave town,
You got that couch ready for the
End of the world,
You had some friends to seek with,
To sleep with, to be with,
Now I got a lost cause living in me,
Feels like a disease,
Can I leave this reality?
Can I try to find you in the fray?
I am trying to pray, or at least looking like a fit,
Looking like it,
Looking live love is the cure for this
Race I am running,
It was high when you stopped by,
Now I don’t even know why we call You
to come over?
I am stuck between yesterday,
It seems so easy to slip backwards,
But God is here, where I hurt the most,
Where I have to boast!

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