

(quiet intake of breath)
I saw the message drop on my screen
A quiet judgment from behind a machine
They said you were starting to sound just like me
Because I slipped away so quietly
No active status, no digital trace
Just a slow fade out from that crowded space (mmmmm)
I left the circle when the warnings rang clear
To keep the only one I still hold near
They call it a shadow,
they call it a clone
But I call it peace to be growing
alone
Never active, never posting a sign
Just protecting what is yours and is mine
Let them spin stories of how I went cold
Some things are better left untold
I left the circle when the warnings rang clear
To keep the only one I still hold near
They call it a shadow,
they call it a clone
But I call it peace to be growing
alone
No more screens
No more scenes (ahhhh)