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My emotions are overloading
You can read them all on my face
The blues and violets are no longer colors
They only represent my mourning
"Take me away, take me away"
"Stop staring, stop staring"
My past, present, and future are all here
They're all happening at once, together
It's all the same and it always will be
Blank, torn pages of something that was never there
Were you really ever here?
I know you're not here now, for sure.
"Good-bye, Good-Bye" they all call out
But, their voices are just whispers
Echoing the empty halls
My past, present, and future are all crashing down.