Sitting there blank and vacant. You don't want to cure this amnesia. I've already ruined so much of you; laid so much to waste. And I'm just going to keep erasing. There's no chasm if you can't see the sky.
Because you can't go against something that's so natural for you. Still staring at something that's already vanished in the distance. It doesn't have to make sense. Because there are no doors or windows,