Deja Vu
I won't sleep till the sun comes up
I won't bury my thoughts undone
You don't know the damage done
Another wasted soul woken up
This feels like deja vu
Growing numb to what I hold onto
Our thoughts in a cold empty bed
Live a life played to pretend
I won't be alone till the grave
Portrait of life no picture in the frame
A new life a new love a fake heart
Full circle coming back to the start
Of things I've seen before
I have unlocked the door
To let go is to grow
But I can't be set free with your hands around my throat
This feels like deja vu
Growing numb to what I hold onto
Our thoughts in a cold empty bed
Live a life played to pretend
Writer/s: Nick Broglio
