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The sound of small chatter fills the empty space I’ve grown used to
I’ve grown against hope
I’ve been blown where the wind has told me to go
Far from where I’d been
Anything or anyone I hold
Dear is leaving me
I’ve been told
In so many words

I guess everyone has to have a reason to be happy
People don’t get it when you don’t
And no one really wants to know otherwise
So I smile and I am polite and
No one is the wiser
I fall down when I am out of view

No one comes to check on me these days
Being alive accounts for too much
Anymore
Waking up doesn’t mean
I want to be here
It just means I woke up
And
No one else can fit in this room
It’s crowded complete with all my trouble
Yet space has a way of making room for more
Of those
I am growing old alone
Right alongside you
Alongside me

I’m disturbed
Sleep brings me no relief
I’m pushed down and the surface is
too hard to see
Sure I’m gonna make it
Been brainwashed into thinking I’m stronger than
this

But at the end of the day
I’m still dying inside
Your worlds are
Slowing down and looking
More blue and more green
With smiles upturning
I am slowly going blind
Very far
Away