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Text: Bread. Retrospective. Look At Me.

I'm driftin' down the street
Asking of all I meet
Don't you know me from somewhere?
Hazel eyes and curly hair
Have you seen me anywhere?

Look at me, I'm blending into the wall
And I wonder if I'm really here at all

Time goes by, so do I
But no one blinks an eye
Mirrors aren't reflecting me
Laws aren't protecting
And no one's expecting me

On the edge, I feel like I'm going to fall
And I wonder if I'll ever land at all

Loneliness comes and stays
Torturing nights and days
People stare but cannot speak
Hearts are strong but tongues are weak
Maybe all our minds are meek

Look at me, I'm fading into the floor
And I wonder if I'm living anymore