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Excuse me,
and sorry if I come off wrong.
But I'm just a lost soul,
looking for where I belong.

Time and time again,
I've been sent this way and that.
Never really sure what to believe.
Never knowing where home is at.

I think I've found it.
But I'm not complete sure.
I'm lookin for a heart in which to dwell.
Could it be yours?

Sorry if I come off strong,
but I'm tired of these games.
Either you is are you ain't,
pick one, cause they ain't the same.

I'm sick and tired
and being tired and sick.
I've been lost for so long,
and I can't keep puttin up with it.

I've been shaken and stirred,
and blown by the wind,
only to wind up where I started
yet again.

I'm broken and bruised,
and a band-aid can't fix it
No, not even two band-aids,
not even a doctor visit.

I've got permanent scars
from this disease they call Insecurity.
I heard there was a cure,
but there isn't enough for me.

So I've been looking for comfort
but creating misery along the way.
Maybe I'm my own reason
for living in so much pain..