The words, frozen on my lips
reaches out to my fingertips
the pale light on my face
opens windows to another place
Silent screams linger here
deep in the walls and the atmosphere
lost dreams underneath somehow
should be protected but damaged now
As time passes with every foot step
shallow in its own sense of depth
the mirror shows the reflections
of our own misconceptions
Lost with seasons that will never change
they're out of reach and out of range
the deception of our emptiness
so consumed by our loneliness
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