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Fading colors in my mind,
Every word cuts like a knife.
Trapped in things we left behind,
Holding on won’t bring them life.
Losing sense of what is real,
Nothing feels the way it should.
You keep pulling me too close,
Then you turn and walk away.
Tell me, do you even know?
Are we lost or meant to stay?
Cold reminders trace my skin,
Familiar hands now feel unknown.
Tell myself I won’t give in,
But your touch still pulls me home.
I can’t fix what’s breaking now,
Every step just drifts apart.
Tell me if there’s still a way,
Or if we’re better in the dark.
Losing sense of what is real,
Nothing feels the way it should.
You keep pulling me too close,
Then you turn and walk away.
Tell me, do you even know?
Are we lost or meant to stay?
