Pipes and lights stretching past me
Expressionless faces and lifeless movements
I live in a world
A world made up of dreary routine
Where has passion gone?
I look under the crevices of their eyes but seek to find no refuge
Oh how I long to feel
Oh how I long for the world to feel passion and lust for life
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Pipes and lights stretching past me
Expressionless faces and lifeless movements
I live in a world
A world made up of dreary routine
Where has passion gone?
I look under the crevices of their eyes but seek to find no refuge
Oh how I long to feel
Oh how I long for the world to feel passion and lust for life
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