So I find myself prying into other people's lives... Just because mine is boring me.
I lost myself somewhere along the way, everything I used to be and be about. I'm looking for it, it's staring at me, I can feel it.
Sometimes I come out, and I love it, and I hold it.
These people, they take me, but they don't have me.
Shelly's world; when I move and travel, and when I hurt and love.
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