Finish Your Exits



losing what you need to let go of.

Her silence is speaking

I can't make myself listen

I won't be good enough


My calls are unaswered

So the drinks lead to sleep

I won't have anything left


She's tearing down my self-confidence

When do these days start getting better

Despite the end our begining was beautiful 


Wouldn't it be great if I died tonight

Here is nothing, hold it tight

More than happy, more than lonely


All nouns decline here


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