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An endless haze of better days

I once called paradise, they define me

Another sound, another song out on the radio

Was I so naïve?

Time to see all that the future can bring to my life

To be free, just like the mentors who's shoes I once wore

Still the world's turning in circles

Pushing me to stay on the grind

No more standing in the rain

Led me from the path of the blind

Words were spoken all in vain

Never fit the mold they designed

Hard to leave it all behind

Forging from a new state of mind

I'm the last of my kind

A glorified and justified return to what has been

Gotta turn the cheek

So many times I saw the signs in total disregard

Walked amongst the meek

Time to see all that the future can bring to my life

Pushing me to stay on the grind

No more standing in the rain

Led me from the path of the blind

Words were spoken all in vain

Never fit the mold they designed

Hard to leave it all behind

Forging from a new state of mind

I'm the last of my kind

Look in the mirror, there's a madman staring back at me

Pretending everything was real and not just fantasy

Last - of - my - kind

Pushing me to stay on the grind

No more standing in the rain

Led me from the path of the blind

Words were spoken all in vain

Never fit the mold they designed

Hard to leave it all behind

Forging from a new state of mind