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 a forbidden race.
We drifted for so long without knowing.
I'll step aside and give you space.
I'll breathe alone, and from dirt, I'm glowing.
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 blurry reflection.
I realize I lived my love falsely,
admitting defeat by losing connection.
A shiver runs through me with every call.
The emptiness would start to waver.
And in the end, we have it all,
but we both know we'll be okay.
Shiver
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