Prosa Dia 105: Distance

Do you hear the knock on my door?
Do you hear the hail hit my windows?
All this burden stabbing me
So hard so I blinded

We walk together like a puppet
No more smiles nor jokes
We sit next to but we don't know
No more small conversations

There's a distance between us now
How do I can put it away?
Wishing we're yesterday, hope future doesn't comes fast
I sorry for everything
Make you gone from this chair

There's a distance killing us now
Its hatred spread like a plagues
Wishing we're yesterday, hope future doesn't comes fast
I sorry for everything
Make you gone from this chair

The distance is killing me
now...

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