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Trying to find a substance,
trying to find a meaning,
but everything is empty

Sometimes I wonder,
Why I even try,
Because everything I do,
Just won't come out right,

It just won't come out right,
Why oh why won't it come out right

I'm still searching for the truth,
And it's still hiding from me,
I thought I found it in you,
But my heart was lying,

I thought you could make yourself at home,
In my heart,
But its just another time,
Where il be forced
to restart,
To move along,
To find a better home,
But until then I will continue to roam