And now can't find my way.
Burning in a silent hell
Each and every day.
A woman stares through lifeless eyes,
Surely, that's not me.
My reflection mocks a life
And memories of what used to be.
How can I move forward
When I'm stuck in yesterday?
Courted by nostalgia
It's hard to look away.
I am haunted by a time and place
To which I can't return.
So here I am, my daily hell
And silently I burn.
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