Inside, going insane, it's not my time.
Shove me far away, it's not my crime.
It's the picture's shaded memories of old.
Passing flames to melted candles,
Giving same looks to outsiders as you go.
Flash dance, the windows block the sun from my eyes.
Last chance, to give yourself a thought or despise.
It could have been worse.
It could have have been you falling down now.
Twising, huddled in a corner all alone.
Blending, wasting away, thoughts unknown.
Hurling words with tainted letters to myself.
Sharing dances with stranger.
Wondering about the distance between us, or not.
Do you see me?
Do you feel me?
Honest, books off the shelf, lost my place.
Closer, tasting my breath, lack of faith.
Inside, going insane, it's not my crime.
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