find the words unspoken



Is this the final scene in our tragic play
Too many curtains remain to fall
There's no reason left to stay in this play
We move backwards against the wall
Conversation's over, communication's down
The monologue is taking over

I'm still broken
I took you in with arms wide open
My colour fades to gray
There's nothing left to say
Now it's all dead


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