I look into your eyes
Seeking the child
Who upon a time I used to be.
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I look to thing from the past
How they adjust themselves alone
In a quarter of the room
And I don't miss them anymore.
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I'm out kicking the door
I'm asking you back.
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Get out you, are there you?
Get out you, I am who I am
Here is Me, how do you get here?
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It's hard to fix the feeling with the facts
To remember the way
That I take to get here.
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I look to the wrong place,
And though the proud stopped me.
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I look,
I'm trying not to drown
In a thick ocean
I try to adapt to breathe in him.
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When I'm away from what I was once
Right in the depths of what I am
And without company
I look.
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Now,
Under the vacuum
The present cold ground
Threat to the existence of an even greater void.
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There is no matter in a vacuum
I recalled
Only an absent gravity I used to call loneliness.
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