I stare at you,
from a different point of view.
On the wrong side of the wall,
where I can not live at all.
Looking in a mirror with an awestruck face,
when can I escape this place.
I sit in a room and look around,
a few dead bodies lay on the ground.
Bodies that have bitten the dust,
souls that dont know just.
I look through a hole in the wall,
and see nothing, nothing at all.
No one walking, not even color,
black, nor white, nor any other.
Im staring at you,
from a different point of view,
I realize, that you,....are me |
