Minutes pass  Stretching lines into my past  People breath  In and out right next to me  Closing hand  Burning thoughts like a photograph    Faceless frames of this life  Lose all shape and color  And all this time the ground is rising  A broken body can never move on    I can see it clearly  I was never here  I can see it clearly  I've been dead all these years    Paper thin  Counting marks that stain my skin  Lowered eyes  Pass the grid of my window screen  Tiled floor  Just the same as the hours before    these lyrics are submitted by burkul