Here - Epik High

Here

Here

Here

Here

I’m here

Where no one is

Sometimes I feel like I’m alone in this

Confused

Goin' from wishin' I wasn’t born at all to thinkin' I was born for this

Pages torn to bits, as pencil tips break

Am I runnin' out of things to say?

I close my eyes let the muses rewind the tape

And I’m back to yesterday