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Wandering like laser beams examine everything Toxic though it might be to my soul Focus, you can do this, we've all been here before… Dig in deep now show them who you are! I've never really questioned, yet I question everything. It's almost like it doesn't even really matter. So why persist, oh, why insist on going toward the light? I see myself sitting, thinking, going on for hours. Like my mom once said, son ... what's the point? But emptiness, it must be filled... for better or worse, and mom... I've never wanted anything so much. I've never really questioned, yet I question everything. It's almost like it doesn't even really matter. So why persist, oh, why insist on going toward the light? Though you and me, we disagree I smile and pay the check I'm not the same I was before we talked. I can't help but feel grateful, so thank you for the meal. Excuse me while I sit here with my thoughts...