The Whereabouts Of Love

In a room suffused with light
 I spend my hours waiting
 Waiting for the nightfall
 And I wonder if my life
 Is blissful or appalling
 If silence is my laughter
 I hone my heart down to the bare bones
 Down to the pieces that are needed to survive
 And spend my life cruising on my own
 As I don't care about the whereabouts of love
 The whereabouts of love
 Is reclusiveness a curse
 Or could it be a blessing?
 A wall against disorder?
 While it shields me from the rain
 It causes me to dry out
 And counteracts my blooming
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 Let me out but soon back in
 Back to what I'm used to
 This flawless isolation
 Do you wonder if I sound?
 Oh tell me, can you hear it
 The silence of my laughter?
 I hone my heart
 Someday I'll
 I hone my heart
 Someday I'll
 I hone my heart down to the bare bones
 I need to survive
 And spend my life cruising on my own
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 Cruising on my own