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Most of the time I'm blinded; just looking for the truth

Spending all of my days wondering "why?" in my youth

Why is it so hard just to get an answer

I can't spend my life looking for forever.



Is there a chance I can get some proof

That my life isn't a total goof

I have made mistakes, but I'm trying to learn

It's better to build the bridge an let it burn.



Is there an answer to the question I have inside

Is there a reason why my fear I have to hide?

Something strange happens when I'm close to finding

The memories of mistakes, in my head, keep rewinding.



I can't keep searching for the truth out there

I have to face the fact that no one cares

Maybe I should just quit until something finds me

This is how God wanted my life to be.