Orphan by Gridlink
I never wanted this distance
This distance between myself and the rest of the world
Unanswered voicemails the cursor hangs anxiously
Waiting for words that never come
Pages filled with scraps of life imagined
Reconstructed like the act of a murder scene
I don't want the baggage of things that are left unsaid
Somewhere in between we've lost ourselves
Keep our cards close it's how we wear our lies
Together but we are alone
Bridge of memories, that ends in death cycling like
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