January 31, 2010
Passing through life without a sign
trying to reach a potential that flows through my mind
follow the untraveled road to find freedom
but there’s no end to my problem
because my problem ain’t mental it’s physical.

silence is my speech now I’m done talking
it seems as if I’m floating I guess I’m done walking
like a phantom I’m gone, like a phantom I’m done,
like a phantom I wish I’m not dead to the world, dead to the sign
but all I wanna do is wish and believe I’m alive.

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