It's a tattered, yellow sun
That makes me think today
How distant I can be
From everyone
No one seems to question
My silent running from the fore
Where the lies sit in lieu of questions
Keep my screams behind the door
It's hardly fair to wonder
Even less for me to know
How such rude determination
Offers no control
Too late to stop spinning
Past windows I can't reach
Scared to leave the vacuum
(I'm) A grain of sand upon the beach
Given too many choices
Taking too much pain
Life in ruins will be
Like loneliness again
Like loneliness again
Like loneliness again
Like loneliness again
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