Doubts cloud my thoughts making it hard to see
Fear of what's to come; what'll become of me?
Why does it seem the harder we try, the more we fall?
Remembering a time it felt I had it all
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its your ink all through good love- We live to be loved; to feel that we belong Without love, everything just feels wrong