I'm staring again
Good thing I still have my friend
Sometimes I see what happened then
But I'll again see nothing in the end
I'm thinking of the sea
A place I'd love to be
Again I have the dreams
While wake me up in my screams
I want to see the world again
The way it was before
I think about it now and then
And slowly fall to the floor
It takes my breath ev'ry time
You see the pieces in the rhyme
But you don't know why
I say I'm just losing time
I want back the years I never knew
The years back when I was new
Because of this
My loss of bliss
I keep things rarely kept
While on and on I often slept
Never dreaming, never seeing
The world around me when I started being
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