kaydrienne:

Looking at the clock, there is no time for me, now goodbye.
Looking at the calendar, there is no memory for me, now.

Of becoming a book that no one will read,
Of becoming a song that no one will listen,
Of being abandoned like a film in an empty theatre,
I’m afraid.

Looking at the phone, there is no connection for me, now.
Looking at the mirror, there is no me, now.

Of becoming a book that no one will read,
Of becoming a song that no one will listen,
Of being abandoned like a film in an empty theatre,
I’m afraid.

Of becoming a book that no one will read,
Of becoming a song that no one will listen,
Of being abandoned like a film in an empty theatre,
I’m afraid.

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