Paper, had no answers
The ink is lacking speech
Is we could see behing black letters
And not be fed instinctively.

I know it sounds funny,
But I don't know who I am.
An idaologist that stands for nothing,
Because nothing is what's certain.

Silent protestor because the paper will take it all
These fights don't seems to be my own.

Trying to get my thoughts together,
But the paper knows it's rights.
If you are going to lead someone,
You better have where to lead them to.

I can't think of a place (I have been following)
A confused tool, But at least i admit it.

I can't think of a place, I have been following
A confused tool, But at least i admit it.

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