Through glass eyes I watched the world pass us by And in time, these roads became our home I watched how the cities grew from the horizon Then slowly died away as quickly as they had come Together we drew a portrait, untouchable Waking up to grey static, looking at you Through porcelain, laced in dirt I am growing weak, but through all this... I have found the deepest of gratifications A portrait untouchable This is the life we have chosen And Id chose this for the rest of my life if I could Id chose this over everything
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