A shiver runs through me with every call.
There's nothing left for us to say.
It's impossible to find them all,
but getting lost might be the way.
No point in this forbidden race.
We drifted for so long, not knowing.
I'll step aside and give you space.
I'll breathe alone, from dirt I'm growing.
A shiver runs through me with every call.
Nothing left for us to say.
Silence echoes through the hall.
In the end, we walk away.
Five minutes to gather my thoughts,
a glance at your blurred reflection.
I realize I loved you falsely,
admitting defeat, losing connection.
A shiver runs through me with every call.
The emptiness begins to waver.
And in the end, we have it all,
but we both know we'll be okay.
Shiver
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