Jax Ann Newton
I'm lost, can't find my way.
Day-to-day I'm lost. Without a trace.
You'll never find me here.
No one seems to keep pace with me but i feel the need to keep theirs.
I'm individual, independent, I'll never change, unlike you.
So I'm lost, on my own.
I know what I'm doing.
I'm not lost, just lost to you.
Seems I'm the one who knows what's going on.
You never find yourself until you're lost.
Now I've found myself, but I'm still alone.
Still here, lost to everyone.
For an unknown reason I like it here.
Alone but not.
Together but not.
You don't understand me, but I like it that way.
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