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I was really good.
But the lights dim away once more,
And I don’t know if they’ll ever come back on.
I left a beating heart on the stage;
It keeps on living there, somewhere,
But I can no longer feel it in my chest.
I can no longer feel a thing.
Not the cold, not the thorns, not even the weight of the gun.
Not the wind, not the snow, not the tears rolling down.
All I can feel is a shiver, as the curtain calls.
I was good, I really was.
But he’s blind exactly where he wants,
And I have no voice, nothing at all.
The last shred of my soul is on a small bed,
Kilometres away, next to the sweetest boy I’ve ever met.
Now every decision is automatic,
Because it’s all empty, no one’s left to make them.
My chest, my head, my fingers on the trigger.
My temples, my hands, my laboured breath.
With the lack of a heartbeat, a disastrous crown.
It all ends, just like snowflakes falling down.