
In my darkest hours
I long for solitude
While waiting for a grasp of human touch
While the room is silenced
My mind is filled with noise
Noise I cannot shield myself from
In my darkest hours
I think of colours and moments
When I was truly happy
I imagine your face
I see vivid images of lives I've changed
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