Same songs, same walls,
Different timings and feelings;
Deja vu is a term too pretentious,
But we've been like this before.
You had the answers to my kiss,
The way to steal my wretched soul;
You exuded intrigue like light,
I've been dying to drink in the essence.
If you look into my eyes again,
You would see your reflections;
There's nothing else I think about,
The void that lives in my soul now.
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