Tracers from Romanticism by Sleepwalk Moss

Everyone is dancing underneath the moon
Why do I always feel attacked
There’s a constant in danger,
Meant only for the big gloom

Turn yourself into a kind of lost art
These ideas have never been your own
But you can’t run from your past
All that cannot restart

I can still feel it in their touch
I can still see it their eyes
When they look up at me

Levitate above your barren floor
Pretend we are beneath you now
When we stand on the same ground,
Exit out all of the same doors

Grow away into something you’d wanna be
Let yourself bloom in the light
And run far from my shade
Hiding these mirrors of me

I can still feel it in your touch
I can still see it your eyes
When you look up at me

It all traces back to you

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