you can see
How can you see through me
When you never look my way?
How do you breathe freely
When I'm holding mine all day?
Sitting in confinement
In the center of a crowd,
Looking at the lines
That we keep drawing out.
Slowly they all wither,
And it becomes just you and I.
Slowly you come hither,
Just one last goodbye.
When you never look my way?
How do you breathe freely
When I'm holding mine all day?
Sitting in confinement
In the center of a crowd,
Looking at the lines
That we keep drawing out.
Slowly they all wither,
And it becomes just you and I.
Slowly you come hither,
Just one last goodbye.
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