Nothing left to say, nothing left to hold, no chains holding the ground, nothing left around.
Seeing is what I feel, feeling what I see, watching the movie on this reel, as I hug myself to sleep.
The only one sleeping next to me is the empty room I can see upon the gray sky, as rain pours rain and fills my soul with vanity. It is then I am cleansed and misunderstood, to interpret the truth and see myself as I am.
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