Apathy from Chestnut Road by Chestnut Road

Nearby your world there’s mine,
From dust and broken glass.
Lay down by the masses,
At the bottom of your stairs.

Am I the reflection you don’t want to see?
It hurts your perfection, so sorry.
Big city product. I survive
Like a parasite
With appetite for freedom.

Deep into loneliness I’m falling.
Between walking walls
>Without smiles.
Waiting for someone to come.
I’m one of the buildings,
But a poor one.

Lost in artificial pleasure,
Lost in lights and sounds from The city,
Back in my memory.
Lost in your eyes,
Left on the main street’s side Alone.

Everyone are strangers now.
And they’re wondering why
Give isn’t a cure, are you sure?
Apathy, means death to me.

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