Is it the tincture of your hair?
Or the insight of my eye.
The secret we share?
Or the faith, we have in a lie.
What has changed?
That made today seem strange.
My prior memories
Now hunt my existing feelings
The music I hear
Brings nothing but fear.
Something is wrong
I can taste it, on my tongue.
Something has changed
The reason today seem strange.
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