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Heavy

 


Life got heavy and dark all of a sudden,
Old choices and regrets sneakin' out like shadows in the sun.
Traumas, past moments – they’re all up in our faces,
And we forgot how to act, and lost the "me" we used to embrace.

Feels like every word’s a Chitragupta’s entry,
Should we care for us, or keep the peace for plenty?
Should we chase our truth or align with universal healing,
Or keep spinning our wheels, just to keep others feeling?

What’s right, what’s wrong – losing the grip,
Which path is ours in this life’s crazy trip?
Steady as it goes, or break away free?
Trying to figure out what "right" really means.

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