Pictures and postcards pinned on the wall,
asking, "How am I doing today?"
Faces peer through my dirty window,
whispering how I have changed.
I'm not looking for somebody to help me through.
I'm not lost, I don't need you to find me,
I don't need a savior in you.
I'm just walking until I find my own way,
I guess I'm just passing through.
They peer through rose colored glasses,
but the past isn't always like it seems.
That was a mask, a trick, a fabrication,
just a ghost of who I used to be.
I'm not asking for anybody to bring me home.
I'm not lost, I don't need you to find me,
I don't need a savior in you.
I'm just walking until I find my own way,
I guess I'm just passing through.
You live your life, let me live mine,
I'll make mistakes, I'll change my mind
but it's mine to change, I'll be okay,
Okay, I promise I'll be okay.
I'm not lost, I don't need you to find me,
I don't need a savior in you.
I'm just walking until I find my own way,
I guess I'm just passing through.
I'm passing through.
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