Image drawn, I take a bowPeople asking why and howAll the hope lost all too fastThrown expertly into the past.You won't be asking how I amOr holding me back into your armI'm thinking how the new ones areWhere they've been, how long, how far.Unconvincing, in the bench there I satNext to you, but always just thatNever closer and nothing moreJust me and myself like before.I can barely hear your sweet voice Telling me that I don’t have a choiceIn ...
