Lost

But what if I want to break?
What if I want to laugh again?
If I were to fall, deeper than before,
Would anyone laugh besides me?

Maybe I won’t ever want to fight,
I’m back now, or am I?
My vision is fading,
And my memory is too.

They say I’m too young to worry,
Or to know what I want from life.
But you’ve found me and I know,
That what I want, is to be lost.

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