If your eyes closed and your fingers circling above a map
And the simple realization you were never coming back
In the silence, I can whisper all the things I want to say
But your eyes just have a way of telling me it's all in vain
You’re beginning to succeed in slowly pushing me away
This is not life or your home, its money and a place to stay
This desire, for attention, you're afraid of growing old
A reflection, it appears that you've become a bag of bones
You are here, but you are not who I remember
You are here, but I don’t recognize what's left
You are here, but you've grown sick of just surviving
You are here, but who knows for how long
...But who knows for how long...
And the simple realization you were never coming back
In the silence, I can whisper all the things I want to say
But your eyes just have a way of telling me it's all in vain
You’re beginning to succeed in slowly pushing me away
This is not life or your home, its money and a place to stay
This desire, for attention, you're afraid of growing old
A reflection, it appears that you've become a bag of bones
You are here, but you are not who I remember
You are here, but I don’t recognize what's left
You are here, but you've grown sick of just surviving
You are here, but who knows for how long
...But who knows for how long...
( DT8 Project )
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