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The Secret Stillness of My Empty Room

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This not knowing, it's so hard to deal with. But, somehow, somewhere, deep down inside, I seem to know. I seem to know that what I fear most, the sound of your wings flying away from me, has already happened. In the secret stillness of my empty room. Where shadows dance and memories loom. In the secret stillness of my empty room. Was it so long ago we sat hand in hand gazing in the same direction? No. But then it is now that you look one way while I look the other. While I look the other. In the secret stillness... In the secret stillness of my empty room. Where shadows dance and memories loom. In the secret stillness of my empty room. When did this begin? Why did we let it happen? Why am I so unprepared for the consequences? Ohhh - ohhh -- ohhh In the secret stillness of my empty room. Where shadows dance and memories loom. In the secret stillness of my empty room. I seem to know that what I fear most, the sound of your wings flying away from me, has already happened. So now, alone, I'm left to sit and ponder. The why's and what-if's. Here, in the secret stillness of my empty room. In the secret stillness of my empty room. Where shadows dance and memories loom. In the secret stillness of my empty room. A silent echo of where you once stood. A heart that's broken, misunderstood. A haunting whisper, a mournful mood. I'm lost in the solitude. The solitude where memories loom. In the secret stillness of my empty room. (In the secret stillness) in the secret stillness of my empty room. Where shadows dance and memories loom. In the secret stillness (the secret stillness) of my empty room. A silent echo of where you once stood. A heart that's broken, misunderstood. A haunting whisper, a mournful mood. I'm lost in the solitude. The solitude where memories loom. In the secret stillness of my empty room. Where shadows dance and memories loom. In the secret stillness (the secret stillness) of my empty room. In the secret stillness of my empty room. Where shadows dance and memories loom. In the secret stillness (the secret stillness) of my empty room. In the secret stillness of my empty room.