I saw a reflection, a self I once was, a ghost from a grave long left torn and lonely. We will find more than statues and pillars, erections, memories and monuments to our past selves; all fades away
Broken glass, frames left hanging, five years bad luck. These walls were torn, I'm left naked, frail frame on frame, I'm left hanging.
I never thought I'd see these walls so empty;
Or is it just me?
released June 3, 2014
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