asks the metaphor, nevermore.
I feel simple, I feel tiny
these three diamonds are too blinding.
I'm freezing up, I can't feel my heart
is this time for us to part?
Is it time to shut the door?
asks the metaphor, nevermore.
I look in the mirror, "Do I know you?"
"Excuse me, yes, you seem familiar, too!"
I'm getting trapped in a little sacred place
I'd ask you in, but there's really no space
Is it time to shut the door?
asks the metaphor, nevermore.
It's too noisy outside where I feel safe now
you ventured into it, but I don't know how
I feel a little submerged, it's a little hard to breathe
do I find a new air pocket? Is it right to leave?
Is it time to shut the door?
asks the metaphor, nevermore.
2003
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