Black Marble

I don't know what to think
I don't know how to feel
All I know is that I don't feel like I'm really here
Maybe in body, but not in soul
Maybe when I grow up, maybe when I get old
But to be fair, the seasons growing cold
And I've watching leaves from the trees falling to the floor
Perhaps in years to come, I will find my place
But as it stands right now, I'll stand here alone

(I'm standing here alone)

These lines on my face are getting deeper
Every time I look in the mirror
But the list of things I hoped to achieve is as еmpty as the home I share
Thе home I share with no one

Let me tell you a story about a guy who lived
He did his best, gave it all, had one final wish
That maybe when he’s gone someone will say
“Hey remember that guy, yeah, he was great”
But in reality people just move on
And one piece remains

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