' Quando as pessoas..

não se expressam, elas morrem pouco a pouco.

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I feel like I'm a million miles away from myself more and more these days.
I've been down so many open roads but they never lead me home.
And now I just don't know...
Who I really am how it's gonna be. Is there something that I can't see?
I wanna understand.
So I'll try  to sort things down and find myself.
It'll take time, but I know I'll be alright...  Cause' nothing much has changed on the inside.
I don't wanna wait too long
to find out where I'm meant to belong.
I've always wanted to be where I am today..
But I'd never thought I'd feel this way.


Maybe I will never be who I was before
Maybe I don't even know her anymore
Maybe who I am today ain't so far from yesterday
Can I find a way to be every part of me?