The face on the wall starts to melts as the clock runs out of time
The face in the mirror screening out
The truth of the matter is that I am not even here
broken glass like lost dreams in my mind I forget the lines you crossed.
I look within me to try to find peace of mind
I would seek Serenity, Tranquility and Peace but death would be kind
the empty promises are the seed of sadness
the speaking voices in my head I must be insane send me to my grave
Do not forget to fly as you know you will
Keep a pictures of us or leave it behind to fill
The memory of you I lock into my tormented soul
Distance will I forget I ever knew
Distance, its like a web
In a self imposed isolation
disassociation In a self imposed isolation
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