And Still, Time Passes

It's a strange, sad dance

that keeps us apart

a deep, dark crack

that tears at my heart

And yet the leaves keep changing

and the air grows cold

Work piles up

and stale frienships go old

I tell myself,

this time it's true

but walls go up

and hide myself from me and you

It's a strange, sad dance

that keeps us apart

a deep, dark crack

that tears at my heart

Routine wears thin

until it's stretched too far

I can barely keep up

yet I raise the bar

Like you have to in this town

To be noticed, much less praised

And keep quiet, don't ask questions

Or your ghosts will be raised

It's a strange, sad dance

that keeps us apart

a deep, dark crack

that tears at my heart

My eyes have been closed

my whole life, it seems

and now I see how status 

can make or break a dream

Everything we do 

is just to fill up time 

make this life seem worthwhile

turn reason into rhyme

It's a strange, sad dance

that keeps us apart

a deep, dark crack

that tears at my heart

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