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The Silent Sender
Colette M. Friedman |
Eyes shut closed to her world, in her world she's a repeat offender
And it is spinning, spinning around, too much to remember
Like a fast moving video clip, watching as it all spins out of control
She's losing her grip, falling down deep inside her soul
Who is she, where is she supposed to be
And she asks; why is every step I take another mistake to get to me
Cause in her world she is the pretender, a repeat offender
Allowing her dreams to be shut and sealed by a silent sender
And with her eyes shut closed, she moves, moves along the way
Going about her life robotically on her mandatory day-to-day
Settling for this and that, taking herself away
Away from the memory of what she used to love and be
Away as she chores through the days now fleeting by quickly
And she stops and sees age starring back at her in the mirror
The mirror of her life, and she drifts, drifts away in horror
And it all feels so unfamiliar, so unknown to her now
Who is she, where is she supposed to be
And she asks; why is every step I take another mistake to get to me
Cause in her world she is the pretender, a repeat offender
Allowing her dreams to be shut and sealed by a silent sender
Living on the edge, living in what was supposed to be the dream
Living the life, her dreams supposedly part of the overall scheme
Like a button stuck on hold for way too long
Amassing her ambitions and aspirations before they're all gone
Gripping the pieces of herself she once used to fit the role
And she grabs onto control, falling down deep inside her soul
Who is she, where is she supposed to be
And she asks; why is every step I take another mistake to get to me
Cause in her world she is the pretender, a repeat offender
Allowing her dreams to be shut and sealed by a soundless messenger
Herself,
The Silent Sender
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