In the stilness of the night my eyes are closed.
My mouth is wide.
I could see her face.
Her beautifull hair I could recognize.
She looks at me cold.
She probably don't know who I am.
Mommy it is me, it's Keith.
You had me back when...
But sometimes I like to pretend, that she knows me, that she holds me.
Sometimes I like to pretend, that she knows me, that she holds me.
I guess I can't, 'cause she doesn't know who I am.
My mind it's dreaming, God it's so misleading.
Do you thing it's 'cause I've grown old.
Is it true that what I was told?
You cried to leave me?
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