I feel like a scatterd memory, Pieces flewn all over the place.
My memory's geting worse night by night.
They're about me and you but the painful is that I can't any longer see us.
The connection seems to worsen and words sounds like mumble.
You're over there, there, there and there. You're eveywere
But i'm not the one I fear you're with. I'm the person in the middle
The middle-thing that's never satisfied you.
You're in the middle of a search and i'm you're plan B
I can't sleep at night because my dreams has turned into nightmares
They're about me and you but the painful is that I can't any longer see us.
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