dont you ever wonder why we disappear ?
why we dont call home a place where we only sleep
we wake up in the morning filling empty spaces
walk through corridors made of strange faces
unpacked memories are cluttering the house
traces of raised voices are still somewhere here, trapped
words remain unspoken, as we put them deep in box
we drink the same poison, from gold adorned glass
theres stairs that lead to nowhere, we arent going up
in mirrors we go backwards, still mourning the past
