Vestige

I remember breathing on my own
Witnessed the rush of living

I'm blind
Did I ever see
Things I felt familiar
All across my head

Is this mine, what is mine
Is this me, what's me

All between everything and nothing
Still empty

Castrated body of what once were
Free but insecure
Making excuses



Credits
Writer(s): Broken Fingers
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