Gazing at nostalgic old photographs
The corners bent, the image scratched
Beginning to wish I could turn the clock back
Retracing my lifes path

Trapped behind a veil of mind
I said come back to me when this is through
Because I wore rose-colored glasses
when thinking of you

Lay upon your bed of sunflowers
Recounting all that you had

I've spent so much time
glaring at the mirror
Wasted life
Wasting breath on lies I tell myself
to feel everything's alright

Don't blame me
I'm not sorry
Will your illness ever fade?

I can't stay
I must turn and walk away
I am over-encumbered with apathy

Don't hold your breath
You know I won't be coming back
What can you say, and who will you blame?

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