I can't see what is real
It's drip, drip, dripping away
I don't know how to feel
It's just slip, slip, slipping away
I lost a purpose,
Or am I less defined?
Less concern about fitting into the world,
I forget, as time goes by
The empire starts to fall
Drifting away
My voice echoes off the wall
Fading away
These are not my eyes
This is not my skin
I can't be recognized














Comments
I need to relax, I've been having this feeling of doom all day, I can't focus.
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'...My voice just echoes on these walls'
You can even hide these comments when you've finished fixing that.
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'...My voice just echoes on these walls'
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