Have you ever thought something was important
only to find out that it's not?
Have you ever wanted to be taken seriousely
only to discover that you won't be?
And have you ever hoped for the truth,
only to discover that it is aloof?
Why if something is important to me, is it not important to you?
Why when I try to talk to you am I left feeling a fool?
I know I haven't done the best, but it's the best I could.
And if I tried any harder, can you promise that it would do me good?
I want it to be over, but it never seems to end.
I want it to have finished, but the only way out is through, it's said.
What do you do, once a problem has come to define you?
How do you get back yourself, when taking away the problem means you don't know who that is anymore?
Yes, how to start anew, when the new you would have to be entirely new...
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