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Lost in you I spend my days,
wondering, whose face
I'm seeing in this silver room,
which is dying, all to soon.

I wonder for how long it will
still be waiting me to fill,
a hole that's shaped like what you see,
but it's so different from the real me.

I do not fit this poor space,
which is running through this maze,
and is crying there alone,
with a smile and with a frown.

I see this figure, supposedly,
is this me, was it meant to be?
I see there this dying frame,
and all I feel is burning shame.

Silver room, oh tell me please,
how this flaming ache to ease.
Tell me, silvery waterdrop,
how do I get you to stop?

Lies are hung upon this wall,
nothing more than a courtesy call,
pictures of what they think I am,
and I'll run as long as I still can.