I sit and watch your silhouette, I wonder what you're
doing, who you're with, if you're thinking of me now. Was
I just a passing phase - did we ever really share? Did we
just soliloquise - was I ever really there. If I leave
this sheltered space, will anything be there?
Disinfected, disconnected, waiting in my cage for you to
call... Am I living in a cage with all the comforts I
created. When I want you here, all you do is close the
blinds and leave me crying to a shadow locked behind a
glass that shuts me out, that cuts me down... Memories
are fading. Surely something slowly burns. Don't you
yearn for just a replay for a day?
