Softly to myself.
Whispers from within.
Lies that spell your name
Convinces me I'm sane.
Is she not here with me?
Why doesn't she know my name?
We wish they wouldn't be.
Time will never change.
Perhaps we're made the same.
She speaks through my lips.
She sees through my eyes.
Is she not here with me?
Why doesn't she know my name?
We wish they wouldn't be.
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