Scooby Doo
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You think you’ve found happiness, but is it truly yours?
You’re grabbing it harder and harder, it’ll disperse more.
Picking up the broken pieces, you cut your finger,
Blood is melting, like past memories that still linger.
In the mirror, you are looking for your stronger self,
Wondering if your life still has a purpose to serve.
In chase of the future, searching for oblivion,
Hoping to find a dream to hold on to, and live on.
Is there a reality, or it’s an illusion?
Present is only the past’s and future’s reflection.
Throwing past away, losing your future, what is left?
You will find your true self, if you keep fighting till death.
You’re grabbing it harder and harder, it’ll disperse more.
Picking up the broken pieces, you cut your finger,
Blood is melting, like past memories that still linger.
In the mirror, you are looking for your stronger self,
Wondering if your life still has a purpose to serve.
In chase of the future, searching for oblivion,
Hoping to find a dream to hold on to, and live on.
Is there a reality, or it’s an illusion?
Present is only the past’s and future’s reflection.
Throwing past away, losing your future, what is left?
You will find your true self, if you keep fighting till death.
