No Solace - Trespassers

nning out of patience

Running out of hope

Terrified to find the answer at the end of this rope.

I see my old reflection as I drop to my knees.

Where have I gone?

Who is this in front of me?

I am nothing,

Nothing but a ghost of me.

You see right through me.

I see our old reflection as we drop to our knees.

What have we done, tell me what you see in me.

Are you even listening to a single word I say?

It feels like I’m living in repeat.

Why did we have to let this go?

All we did was just wait for the unknown.