Adrift
I wonder at my purpose
or more like the lack there of
and though i've laughed and cried
lived and died
and a time or two fell in love
i find myself still lost
and roaming without a will
wherever i go, whatever i do
I've but endless time to kill
or more like the lack there of
and though i've laughed and cried
lived and died
and a time or two fell in love
i find myself still lost
and roaming without a will
wherever i go, whatever i do
I've but endless time to kill
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