I have done it againnI could not avoid the soft comforting touch of your presence any longernnIncreasingly isolated, I slowly find relief in silencenI sense the spirited child in me gradually letting gonIts golden smile grows weary with every disappointmentnI miss the old days and I know you feel the same waynHow can something this special become so distant?nnThe exhaustion of boredom has taken its tollnWash these walls and throw away the ashtraynFeel it comingnI've slept away too many daysnTake me back to a placenwhere everything makes sense againnnI never meant for things to turn out this waynnNo matter what the outcome is,nThe good times will always remainnas intact as a static little perfectly drawn portraitnHolding on to them seems like the only thing pure enough to drive me at timesnnIncreasingly isolated, I slowly find relief in silencenI sense the spirited child in me gradually letting gonIts golden smile grows weary with every disappointmentnI miss the old days and I know you feel the same waynHow can something this special fade as time goes by?n