Disappearance

Too small to seem young
Too afraid to seem scared
Not too good at being a fool
When suddenly, what you see, is all that's there
White coated minds play
White violet eyes look away
White capped guys have lots to say
The sound of hands, footsteps and plans
And days decay away, the backward glance is not forgotten
You turn your eyes away, cause you're scared
But I'm not there
I'm not there
I'm not there
I'm not there



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Droske
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