With too much time on my hands
I think of you
It’s funny how these cycles
Keep on spinning
Cobwebs in my mind
Still catching lies
And love feels a world away
Behind glass
It’s easy to feel trapped
The line between observer
And observed
No longer exists
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 7:09 AM UTC
With too much time on my hands
I think of you
It’s funny how these cycles
Keep on spinning
Cobwebs in my mind
Still catching lies
And love feels a world away
Behind glass
It’s easy to feel trapped
The line between observer
And observed
No longer exists
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