Struggles beneath this stamp
"Doesn't feel any older."
Just feels more like a trap
No I'm not, no I'm not.
You see, I'm not.
She is, but I'm not.
Not going to stay.
There's such a world to see
Silver screen, you and me?
Just a scratch upon the surface
Dimensions wait for you and me.
She always wakes with the dawn
As it seeps in through the blinds
Now she sleeps beneath a glowing map
Of love, space and time.
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