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I guess I can't accept the fact
Or seem to get passed
The fact you've gone away
Unable to move
Unable to go
To be able to catch up
Or am I stuck on glue?
I can't feel or tell
If I'm still alive
See
I'm just lost in this sea called "space"
Listening to the angel's voices cry
Trying to hear their whispers and promises among carhorns
And the oncoming traffic
Promising that you'll return to me
A whisper of hope
That seemed to fail
They whisper where you are
And I cannot hear a thing
A cloth so beautiful
That has yet to be made
A promise of a tomorrow
That just never came
Am I truely supposed to keep going?
How long can I play this game of catch up
That never ends,
No one slows down
Everyone's always 30 minutes ahead
And everyone's seems to have gotten over you
But me
I guess I'm stuck on glue
Always
Right on cue
Everyone just seems to know it
They seem to see it too
Why does no one feel this way
But me?
Why do I have a sense of missing myself
If I haven't gone anywhere?
Could it be I've looked everywhere else
But where I am?
And all at once it was quiet
In a dream
I thought I would never have
You held my hand in the rain
And all at once
I found myself
It was you that was me
All along.
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