I know a story, I know a song
About my lonely, unguided way
My heart is weary,my hands are cold
This is my music, to soothe my soul
My life's not real, it's not a dream
It's not a nightmare, yet not the best
So many faces, so many names
And yet I'm drowning, here on my own
Still I go on, all though my own
I wanna get there, though not sure where
My life's not real, but not a dream
It's not a nightmare, but now I know
No hand can save me, only my own
So now I will try, to get up again
My heart is weary, my hands are cold
This is my music, to soothe my soul
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