All sketched out
I'm just feeling it
Except when I'm not.
Except when I'm not.
Wake up in the morning,
Look in the foggy mirror,
Hate what I see yet I still try to look a little clearer
On this little road
Somewhere there's a forest,
Where the depths are dark and the tops are sunkissed,
Trying to find ourselves,
Journey on a narrow road,
Don't have to look back to find yourself,
Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.
Today we've made it here.
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