Echoes, echoes of you.

It's funny how a mirror image –or even a picture just isn't the same.

I hear your name through the air…

It whispers its way into my ear…

It travels with the wind…

And I'll never hear it again.

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I need you here.

Without you,

I'm standing alone in a crowded room,

Unwanted and ignored.

I'm alone without you.

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Times have changed, I suppose.

I hope you never do.

If I one day move mountains,

I hope you'll be the first to notice.

I hope you'll be the first to realize,

It was me.

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Echoes of your being,

Will always live through me.

One day you're going to come back,

And realize that you're never going to change.

Because now, you live in me.