I'm hearing the sound that you make
It's coming through my broken door
Feeling like healing me or
Feeling like teasing me
While, spending the season again
Searching a reason again
Dragging the legs since I was a boy
So sweat, so weak
Time's no comply, the life's going on
Always complain, she says it's not
It's like the red light points on a forehead
Within a room, without a sound
Did you survive
So long cold night
Uneasy in mind
Then small red light in your eyes
It bright,
There's no way to turn around
Did you deny
Or did you fade away, awhile
The small red light bright
Nobody knows
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