There are always gonna be those days...

There are always gonna be days when you'll have a lot to say, yet you won't be able to find the right set of words.

There are always gonna be days when you'll feel too much, yet you won’t find a way to release all your emotions.

There are always gonna be days when you'll have everything, yet you won't feel fulfilled.

There are always gonna be days when you'll feel empty, yet you won't find anything to fill in the void.

Some things will stop making sense, while others will start making a lot of it. Either way, both will add to intensifying the void you feel. You'll have everyone around, and yet you'll find yourself standing all alone in the storm. It will be fatiguing for you to relate to this world.

You are just like this person who has lost the way back home, someone who can't see the light. You'll feel like crying for help, looking for someone who can take you out of this darkness you're stuck in.

You'll look around and you won't find anyone, and then you'll tell yourself, "I’ve never had anyone, I’ve always been on my own, making my own way, finding my own light. I don’t know when I became this person who has a dark side, someone who carries so much inside, the one who finds it hard to hide but always goes with the tide."

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