My heart, it is growing numb,
For I'm neither here nor there,
Just caught up with any passing wind.

Nothing is sacred, nothing left untouched,
My mind is yours to unravel,
Free to trample, if so you desire.

Let me be your everything,
Let me be your all,
I can be the answer
to your every question.

Maybe you will find me,
If truly I am lost to be found.

I thought you knew my story,
I thought you knew me well.

Thought you knew me
better than all this,
better than them all.

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