Listening to: Time after Time, Eva Cassidy
Thinking of:
Where are you,
familiar face the same ol' smile?
All that you've left me with,
a wiff of what seemed that could have been.
You say, go slow, I fall behind
The clock slowly unwinds
Where are you,
my conscience?
The guiding light of my life, my motivation, my soul.
You said trust me, I lose sight
The paths become overgrown
Who are you?
I no longer recognise...
This is no more the vision I see,
be it in the mirror or in the pictures...
Thinking of:
Where are you,
familiar face the same ol' smile?
All that you've left me with,
a wiff of what seemed that could have been.
You say, go slow, I fall behind
The clock slowly unwinds
Where are you,
my conscience?
The guiding light of my life, my motivation, my soul.
You said trust me, I lose sight
The paths become overgrown
Who are you?
I no longer recognise...
This is no more the vision I see,
be it in the mirror or in the pictures...
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