nning out of patience
Running out of hope
Terrified to find the answer at the end of this rope.
I see my old reflection as I drop to my knees.
Where have I gone?
Who is this in front of me?
I am nothing,
Nothing but a ghost of me.
You see right through me.
I see our old reflection as we drop to our knees.
What have we done, tell me what you see in me.
Are you even listening to a single word I say?
It feels like I'm living in repeat.
Why did we have to let this go?
All we did was just wait for the unknown.

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