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Inflicted Confusion
If only I could stick to my original thoughts.
 I go in with the best intention,
 but losing what I was taught.
 
 I don't know how I truly feel,
 I don't know what is real.
 If I could get it all out,
 I would pour it like a spout.
 
 I lost who I was on my way here.
 I tried too hard to cover the mistake I've made along the way.
 I became the shell of who I was,
 I don't know who I'll be today.
 
 What is the best for me?
 Who really cares?
 These answers always come with a fee.
 
 I'm sorry for f--king you over, time and time again. 
 I'm even sorrier that you never had a clue, but you can't always win.
 
 I don't know which way is right,
 it's hard guiding darkness through the night.
 
 You say you miss the old me,
 I'm not as tough.
 I won't make you happy, I'll never be good enough.
 
 To lose you is relief,
 staying is too much grief.
 I keep holding on to a memory of you, the problem is that the old doesn't fit with the new.
 
 Maybe I became someone else,
 but why can't I ever see this for myself?
 
 I can't figure me out.
 
 How much more can I take?
 Please, let me break!
 I just want to be free,
 I want to figure out ME!
 
 I'm sorry, I can't take control, those types of emotions take such a toll.
 
 You're not to blame at all,
 I don't mind to fall.
 
 I'm sorry I put you through my self-discovery,
 but I should have never had to make this recovery.
 
 I've lied, I cheated, and in the end..I was defeated.
 
 Now, honestly,
 I'm tired of being wrong.
 Those mistakes I made felt so right for so long.
 I'm young, I had to live.
 I always gave you more than you could EVER give.
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