i keep asking myself
what have i done
all the things ive said
running through my mind
no matter what i do
no matter what i say
the things ive done
seem to follow me
i cover my face
to hide my shame
i feel cold and lost
i dont know where to go
the wind blows
some would say they were the winds of change
but if they are where are they going
will i ever be free?
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