Shattered
What are you doing with your life?
You say you are sorting things out – really?
Are you just digging a deeper hole
To bury yourself in
Or could it be for the hatchet?
All lines are blurred
I don’t know you anymore
The person I knew – a figment of a memory
Seems as if from another time
Get away from me – the stranger you!
Get away from me – leave me!
Get away from me – let me be with my memories.
You say you are sorting things out – really?
Are you just digging a deeper hole
To bury yourself in
Or could it be for the hatchet?
All lines are blurred
I don’t know you anymore
The person I knew – a figment of a memory
Seems as if from another time
Get away from me – the stranger you!
Get away from me – leave me!
Get away from me – let me be with my memories.
Alone.
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