Buildings
It's something in the architecture
I see a face
Clear as looking at a picture
It looks at me in this place
The walls, they see everything
People trapped inside the paint
Shadows see everything
Every heart that you did taint
I'm trying to free them
Tour all the walls down
Thought that we could be friends
But now no one else is around
A place a building use to be
Just stands, exposed, me
Copyright © Ryan Maroni | Year Posted 2013
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