So many lost and lonely souls live in confusion
Keep on hearing platitudes but finding no solution
Why do we find it so hard to say what we really feel?
Just keep putting it off till the next turn of the wheel
Instinctive feelings falling victim to repression
Deeply hidden desires turning into dark obsessions
Total inhibition, afraid of tears of regret
Painful memories linger thatcha can't forget
Endless speculation as to what might have been
Love and betrayal intermingled with sin
Cold, hard isolation; egotism's hard reward
Life left bleeding sorrow, wounded by pride's deft sword
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