I can see you from where I am.
I can see the green light.

I don’t feel like walking in your direction.
I don’t feel like talking, for you look like fiction.
I don’t feel I’m part of your dysfunction.

I guess your words have erased you.
I guess my sadness has killed you.

I can see you from where I am
So I look for what I once felt
But you’re not there…
You’re not even real.

I think my spirit has erased you.
Yes, sure...my heart has already killed you.

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