Every night i sit in front of the window,
I keep my soul with me, wait for my heart to join
I am still to decide whether they are friends or foe,
guess I should try my luck and toss a little coin.
They say walk the path that are less traveled,
Full of adventure, mystery and a hell lot of fun,
Well i travel the same path every damn time
Somewhere there lost myself, but I'm still not done
I wish my diary could talk to me for a while,
'I don't feel good' is all i want to say, if anyone lends an ear
But we all are people with feelings locked up in a pile
'What will they say if we share', Is the only thing we fear
Rant of an young adult, to all it might seem,
Believe me go out and ask everyone there
They also feel the same every damn day
But never show that they really do care.
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