You left the disc of you
For me to watch alone
Around and around it plays
The eject button erased
So all I can do is see images of you face
Go around and around
The childlike grin
Fleeting glances
A cheeky glint from the side of your eye
I carry each face in my backpack
Flick through them in spare moments
They project into reality
Distorting what I see
Casting a shadowy hue over all I do
Since I can't stop watching
Play it again and again
I can't help but wonder
If you're watching the disc of me too
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