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Moments.
The clock still tick's.
As the moments pass by us.
I couldn't forget a memory if I tried my hardest.
When I look back on them.
My gut burn's.
Like a fire has been lit inside.
My eye's lose control of where I'm looking.
I can feel my heart beat in my ear's.
I start to see a glass cage surround me.
I can see hand prints on the glass.
Like someone is trying to reach in and grab me.
But who would of known.
I feel so alone.
When I'm surrounded by people everywhere.
I speak but I don't talk.
I hear but I don't listen.
Close your eye's.
So you don't have to watch me lie.
As the moments pass by us.
I couldn't forget a memory if I tried my hardest.
When I look back on them.
My gut burn's.
Like a fire has been lit inside.
My eye's lose control of where I'm looking.
I can feel my heart beat in my ear's.
I start to see a glass cage surround me.
I can see hand prints on the glass.
Like someone is trying to reach in and grab me.
But who would of known.
I feel so alone.
When I'm surrounded by people everywhere.
I speak but I don't talk.
I hear but I don't listen.
Close your eye's.
So you don't have to watch me lie.
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