My World Is a Cynic - Lost, Fog, Old Heart, Focused

I'm lost in a fog
Things I want to say, can never get it in to thought
If I was well spoken
I would roll my eyes far less at myself
When I am old
I hope I'm holding you and your chronic pain is gone

Gone

Lost in your heart
Things I want to say, can never feel like making mistakes
If I was so focused
Can I use the time to make the most of our lives together
Lost in what?
Can't even put together cohesive thought with meaning

Written by:
Curran Chapman

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