“DISCONNECT” 27 Jun 02

In these days
those of being lonesome
I'm lost without my guiding star
pathetic, and so on.

I used to know everything
when I was young
now I don't know
where you have gone

if you are sleeping
or sleeping alone
what you're eating
or if you can face yourself in the mirror

what you call him
in the shroud of the night
as his hands move over you
as he takes what was once mine

I can't disconnect
from my memories
I always send out the signal to check
it never comes back

because you're not there
my psyche always send it out
you don't even know its there

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