Hey, I'm the voice in your head, a friend that you once left for dead. . I've been busy, did you miss me, no you're not paranoid. I'm back to fill the void.
Nothing looks quiet the same. I see people and places in a new light again. There's a grace ascendent to a broken sky. Now I know, there's a reason why.
A voice that fly and is broken just the same. You spin this life around. You bring me where some harder soul remain. From a cold, cold place in time and you say.
Today I'm the dirt beneath your feet. At your beck and call. Today I'm down on my bended knees. I learn to crawl. . Days like these it's like I never lived at all.