And as I sit,
here in my room
I cry out, the pit
has come too soon
It's too late, for you
To make up this tune
I'm great, anticipate
The reaction to you
When you ask, how I'm
Holding out
Wait, calm down
No need to shout
This is gone, obleque
I scream out, it's true
What is this?
The end?
It's been quite a road
It's a shame, it had
to end on a sore note
But as I write, I see
What had become of you and me
And now, I feel glad, somehow...
It's all over now














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