Nothing has changed, nothing will, not this way. I am a poor fool, bound to you And begging, on my knees, for every scrap you toss my way. Reconnection leads to reinfection, I am a sad fool, A mad fool, to risk again, all that I have. And yet, as you reach outβ¦I am lost, Clinging to virtual words, dreaming of a world thatβs gone, Trying to glue together something shattered Wishing for time reversal, praying for a miracle To salvage my remembrance of a desperate year.