| Lost gray pictures of my past stain greener pastures of my future
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| Remembrance and recognition forces me to reconsider
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| I am seeking to regress and recreating what I’ve found a new beginning torn away
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| I’m spiraling spiraling down
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| Empty hands on the ends of these reaching arms need the touch of something real
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| Year by year we separate further
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| We are forgetting how to feel
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| For at the end of this long rope I hang in wait of fading echoes
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| Uncertainty haunts my everything
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| I look into tomorrow and I see nothing…
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| So tell me how it feels to be me
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| I’ve lost so much I cannot recall my identity
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| I would die for yesterday not caring where I need to go
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| Reshape relationships back into what I used to know
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| Tomorrow is so far and I no longer want to find a replacement
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| For all these pictures that are lost in my mind |