I've found myself on
a road going nowhere
it's like dying so slowly
It seems cold here
under the warm sun
Even on clear days
the fog is with me
And I can't seem
to break away
My past and my future
don't mean a thing
When I don't feel
like I'm even living
I lost myself here
among the snowfall
just another unique shape
like everyone else
I blended in
so perfectly
I couldn't even see
myself
anymore

10/15/2004

Posted on 10/15/2004
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