My heart is broken, it's stopped
So how is the world still turning?
From my sky the sun has dropped.
What's left of me is churning.
When there is a silence in my head
How is a world of people still speaking?
There is nothing left to be said,
As the sounds of the city are peaking.
There is a severe numbness in my being
I've no longer control of my limbs anymore.
From within me the desire to dream is fleeing.
I'll never be able to return to how life was before.
It takes everything to refrain from looking back
But neither can I see what is ahead of me.
Barren now, the future appears pitch black;
I've been brought down upon my knees.
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