The strife leads no
solitude
and here I'm thinking yet again
Conscience screams of my mistakes
and i keep hearing 'What am I to you?'
and here I'm thinking yet again
Conscience screams of my mistakes
and i keep hearing 'What am I to you?'
My mouth though slightly agape
no sound comes off it
A lengthy speech I had in mind
but now it projects a faulty ring
I reach out to find emptiness
only the air mush by your scent
Inhaling those remains
I shout 'Now what do I do?'
but I keep hearing 'What am I to you?'
no sound comes off it
A lengthy speech I had in mind
but now it projects a faulty ring
I reach out to find emptiness
only the air mush by your scent
Inhaling those remains
I shout 'Now what do I do?'
but I keep hearing 'What am I to you?'
Oh what exactly are you to
me?
What exactly?
I swear I got no words
I got no answer, I don’t know why
I don’t even know myself. Who am I?
What exactly?
I swear I got no words
I got no answer, I don’t know why
I don’t even know myself. Who am I?
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