See Me

Watch Gilmore grow old
Count the mould on the wall
See me fighting my brain
Struggle in vain
The spark you know, he's gone
He's up and left and taken the gold
I'm sorry

I go to talk but my voice is dry
Masks we hide behind, they slip
And colours ooze from our eyes
Go out and meet people
But I can't see for the rain
I'm sorry

I feel like I'm reaching out



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Short
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