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These endless roads,
And polluted bridges,
They don't make you seem real.
I can't see you,
Through this mirror,
Dainted with eyes,
That only hold desire.

These endless roads,
And polluted bridges,
They don't make us seem real.
Broken memories,
And forgotten words,
Blotted out with a heart,
That longs to discover the unknown.

These endless roads,
And polluted bridges,
They don't make this seem real.
Rushed feelings,
That can't be expressed,
Disappearing with a question,
Of "Am I the only one?"

These endless roads,
And polluted bridges,
They don't seem real.
This seperation,
This division,
Fogged with a mind full of,
"I wish.."

These endless roads,
And polluted bridges,
They don't make life seem real.
Too much distance,
For true hearts to exist,
Fading out,
With a whisper of "why?"