At the curtain about to be called
Constant viewfinder seating
Life already lived being told
Past hand up, nothing present
Deja vu braided tape
Tape eaten
I'm standing here blank faced and stupid staring at the snow fall outside the window in My head
I've already been here
I've already been here
Bystanders, learning all in one go
Meticulous merriment, from time to time
Melancholy mouth, reeks of mourning breath
Nearing the end, yesterday in scene
It starts to take its toll
It lingers, then it goes
The malady of pleasantry
It really starts to show
It starts to take its toll
It starts to take its toll
Eyes full of darkness
Through a third person scope
Intertwined in another's wires
Ramblings chiseled, details and all
Left to be transcribed by another
Rest forever here
Kindhearted last exhale
