Disconnected Testo

I❝m losing touch
Seven ways from yesterday
Feels like I❝m floating away from the Earth
Nobody gives a second look
Something is different, Pulses are speeding
I don❝t know where you want me to stand
I❝m trying
But I❝m falling behind
One last time
The crooked art
Of casualties on canvas
Doesn❝t get me moving
Like the way it used to be
You don❝t have to tell me I❝m melodramatic
I gave what I thought you❝d want me to be
But now that I❝m free and not so dependent
It feels so out of time
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Like a beat from a drum
That is losing it❝s rhythm
Like an angel that❝s hung over once again
Like a scene from a play
Where the backgrounds are falling
Like crying on a line that❝s disconnected
I wanted to thank you
For all that you❝ve done for me
And although it seems unexplainably lonely
I can feel something
There was a time when I could relate
Happy to be a shoulder to cry on
But this is not then I❝ve come to discover
We❝re falling away
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I thought I could make myself
Create myself remake myself
I thought I could be what you wanted me to be
I thought I could be
What you wanted me to be
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