Faced with a million possibilities
I only see what's in front of me
Been looking for the Forrester
When I've only found foragers
Demons, goblins, things that go bump in the night
Fakers and ragers, mistaken identity
Born in a world that don't know what to do with me
I love you, you, and you
I hate you, you, and you
Same people, different strokes
Different signals, only smoke
Holy Buddha, what do I do?
How to pray when I don't see you?
How do I know you're here?
Is that feeling fear?
Fear that you've already given up on me
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