Walk me through the wilderness of your lonely thoughts, I promise to help you find a way...
Teach me how to read your eyes, tell me how to listen, so that my words may never go astray...
It's getting dark within me, all moist with no tender, once colourful; now nothing but grey...
I can't let go, because it might be my last. Scared of what they said, I never listened to my own reflection...
But now before I go, remember the first time we promised there wasn't going to be a last time
The last time I tried reaching for you wasn't the first time, you look so far away...
So far away, so gone... The trail of emptiness kills the greens of your footsteps...
It feels weird and empty, but that shadow gives me hope... From far away like a faint lighthouse...
I'm here...
Ifedayo
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