3.

 

Back to the daily grind today, and the past week had been nothing short of liberating.

But as all good things eventually come to an end, it's time to face reality. Dragging my feet to resume the 9-5 routine, and forcing myself to open my eyes and see the harsh fact of life.

 

 

Wrapped up, so consumed by all this hurt
If you ask me, don't know where to start
Anger, love, confusion
Roads that go nowhere
I know that somewhere better
'Cause you always take me there

 

Came to you with a broken faith
Gave me more than a hand to hold
Caught before I hit the ground
Tell me I'm safe, you've got me now

 

Would you take the wheel
If I lose control?
If I'm lying here
Will you take me home? 

 

 

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