somewhere

A million empty spaces,
soon filled with empty faces.
Do you hear them call her name?
She sits still and
she stays silent,
eventually they fade.
Her heart beat softens,
it all swims away.

Oh there's a pretty girl somewhere,
hiding from fame.
There's a pretty name awaiting,
it all sounds the same.
Around some mystic corner,
she falls to her knees,
crying to be heard and
wanting to be seen.


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