Tim Stafford
So I go on looking,
For something I had with you.
But never able to find what I’m searching for
And so I go on looking
Then I realize that I never had anything
Not just with you, but everyone
No memories that are my own
So I go on looking,
Then soon I wonder what I am looking for
Never knowing why,
But going on just the same
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