I am the desolate one
You can see the look on my face
The cold, barren stare of eyes cast in stone
These eyes have bled tears to paper
God knows my tears have fallen like rain
I look at myself
Within the shattered mirror
I look at me, see nothing
Antiquated eyes tear under strain
You look at me, see nothing.
Out paths cross - Leave without the trace
Where confidence stood, insecurity reigns
My hopes were high flushed down the drain
Tread autumn leaves whistle in the wind
Walking windswept streets, kicking up bricks
You want to know what I feel
Then look inside
You think you know what I feel
You think you know
Not a chance - No chance in hell.
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