Coming back to you br Doesn’t seem easy not even a fluke br How close it has been br It doesn’t matter now cuz we are through br Havent gone that far but couldn’t say we were close br As these six degrees of separation is what we couldn’t move. br br There is no meaning in observing skies, br In waiting for winters, in wet eyes. br What is left is remains of my watch br Tired of counting moments since last we talked. br I have walked a million miles in quiet madness br Crazy thoughts and endless darkness. br Turned to you but we had six degrees of separation that we couldn’t move. br br Hunted for reasons with knives blunt with doubt br Couldn’t see anything cuz we were the bait. br There were days I said words br There were days when I was only words. br Now I am leaving with an impervious soul br Filled with hollowness thrown. br Looked around to say goodbye! ! br Could vaguely see your shadow that was disappearing fast br Can‘t call your name br Six degrees of separation has driven me insane.