i haven't quite let go
of words i said before
i wonder if you know
anything at all
things haven't quite moved on
although i'd wish them gone
if ever i would
have the chance
i keep my head sky-high
to try and see some light
to try to catch some air
there's nothing left down here
in the middle of this haze
i can't keep up the pace
and i fall behind
i fall behind
as soon as things get kind of grey
i'm gonna leave this place
and fall behind
again.
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