treasured sounds and blurring lines
without you nothing's the same
rain weeping on windowsills
reminds me who's to blame
pound pound pounding of the day
turns inside my brain
why do you whisper those sweet little words
brainwashing me to stay
i have done it again, one year in every ten
skipping on a record
i wonder when dreams will end
ensuring fate to force on in
what am i to decide the way
to bring on more dreaded pain
i barely remember my given name
forcing me to realize each day
without you nothing is the same
maybe it's lady lazarus who's to blame
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