Writing your name in the fog on my bedroom window
Speaking to voices of her in the dark
I know that there is nobody here
So why am I crawling on the floor?

It's a lonely life
One that warps me with each minute that passes
One that I really shouldn't share
It's better if I'm not aware that I won't succeed
That my dreams will be buried with me

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