Quarantine
"I have done it again I could not avoid the soft comforting touch of your presence any longer Increasingly isolated. I slowly find relief in silence I sense the spirited child in me gradually letting go Its golden smile grows weary with every disappointment I miss the old days and I know you feel the same way How can something this special become so distant? The exhaustion of boredom has taken its toll Wash these walls and and throw away the ashtray Feel it coming I've slept away too many days Take me back to a place where everything makes sense again I never meant for things to turn out this way No matter what the outcome is The good times will always remain as intact as a static little perfectly drawn portrait Holding on to them seems like the only thing pure enough to drive me at times Increasingly isolated I slowly find relief in silence I sense the spirited child in me gradually letting go Its golden smile grows weary with every disappointment I miss the old days and I know you feel the same way How can something so special fade as time goes by?"
Autor(es): Christopher Jarrin
