Missing
I know a man
People seem to misunderstand
Condemned to a life on his own
Always at home
Usually alone
And living out his life in his head
Theres a void in his mind
Of things left behind
As he dreams about the life that he lead
While playing in a game
That never seems the same
Writing down things he should of said
If only he could trade
All the mistakes that he made
For happiness in that life instead
Of living inside
A head full of whys
With a heart thats broken and dead
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