Joseph Emerson Bryant

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Abandoning, Everyone but the livingWondering, If anyone was still listeningThe closest thing to thinkingA part of you is missingWithout words and inkYou looked so aloneWhispering, To the insideSmiling, Not to show your eyesTrembles causing your hopes to dieI am hopeful but not on the outsideDoes that make it a lie?To looks unknownThis apartment buildingAlways seems to be livingSounds and noises I am listeningI'm sorry but I'm abandoningJust like you were wonderingYou are not aloneYou are not a home Aus Songtexte Mania