All the voices that I know,
All the voices I hear each n everyday,
Some are sweet, some are bold,
These are the voices that I know,
These are the voices that I need.
Hearing the voices from my heart,
Wondering, prodding my useless luv for the loved ones is a never ending strive,
What has become of me,
Chasing the avalanche down,
Something inside is just broken and there is no joy in the mending,
Caz there is no one besides me standing,
Now our voices have some distance and some silence.
All the voices that I know,
All the voices I hear each n everyday,
Some are sweet, some are bold,
These are the voices that are now forgotten.
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