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Trying to find a substance
Trying to find a meaning
But everything is empty

Sometimes I wonder
Why I even try
Because everything I do
Just won't come out right

It just won't come out right
Why oh why won't it come out right

I'm still searching for the truth
And it's still hiding from me
I thought I found it in you
But my heart was lying

I thought you could make yourself at home
In my heart
But its just another time
Where il be forced
To restart
To move along
To find a better home
But until then I will continue to roam