Lights turned strangely familiar,
Yet looking from the darkness into light,
A tinge of hesitation,
All to be not so much.
Seating pain that suffocates,
To the end that has none,
Sighing as you turn,
To the furthest end.
Lights turned strangely familiar,
Yet looking from the darkness into light,
A tinge of hesitation,
All to be not so much.
Seating pain that suffocates,
To the end that has none,
Sighing as you turn,
To the furthest end.