Walking the stairs
I wonder, that shiver
and the passing thought
of an empty shell
a memory flash
void of life
if it was you
and goosebums
on my skin
mapping colorful memories
might have been
I don't know where you are
but I'm still thinking about you
every day
and the passing thought
of an empty shell
a memory flash
void of life
if it was you
and goosebums
on my skin
mapping colorful memories
might have been
I don't know where you are
but I'm still thinking about you
every day
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