Grotesque Situation

It is such a grotesque situation I can’t verbally match how I feel Seems I’m staled in a dissociation I can’t say what I want to reveal If I could get some help, I’d be glad But there isn’t a sign, so I’m worried Cause it looks like I’m back from the dead And I’m living again the whole story As the time passes by, I remember What seemed vague and disjointed, comes clear Like your voice of familiar timbre From the messenger record I hear The plot goes like we’ve known it before Where and when, matters less, my sweet angel In the most recent life we showed more, Much more than if I were a stranger.