This need

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I have this urge, this need, to cry

Yet see my eyes have gone dry

I seek comfort, yet around others I hide

Away, in the back of my mind

My troubles, for no one to find

These thoughts tell me to go

Find a place called home

To reap the seeds I sow

Around the world I roam.

Alone.

A distant call reaches out its hand to me

I ache for my wildest fan ta sy

No one stays awake at night for me

I hide inside a lucid dream

In it I am free

My mind's a stream, I float along

While all my friends they hit that bong

Waiting out the pain, it takes to long

Until we all are gone

We'll write our pain in a song

so where did we go wrong

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