In plain sight
Nothing changes
Things get shifted
I'm in the mix
It's good till it's not
Get what I get
Nothing forgotten
I'm stopping myself
In my own tracks
Matter of factly
I will be sad
But I will stand firm
Still in a crowded room alone
Sitting in my corner
On a bed of air
Cause everything is cloudy
Only if you want to you will
Really see me
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