He wake up to the same four walls
Faces fade, and silence calls
A photograph he can't recall
The echo of a life he used to know

Notes he wrote, now torn and frayed
Memories slip, like shadows they fade
A name he whisper but can't say
The truth is lost along the way

Pieces of him, scattered on the floor
He can't remember, but he keep wanting more

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Composição: Cezar Marques da Silva

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