Your voice always resonating
Like I'm dancing in a room stacked with mirrors
Making me see every move, every memory
I want to turn off the lights
I lived a life of rushing
Running from and after you
I used to sky-rocket through
But I tripped and couldn't run back to you
In my head your voice still lingers
And yes, moments slipped through my fingers
But I won't fit in your definition frame
I've slammed the picture and won the game
