I’ve run out of questions
With so many answers
Dancing before my weary eyes,
There’s no more pretending,
I’m running on empty
And reading between the blurry lines
That aren’t even there
I’ve only imagined
A beat to help me remember my rhymes
I’m over, I’m out,
You can call me a pilot
I’ve flown so far behind enemy lines
There’s no more escaping,
My heart is through breaking,
And never will laugh when the wedding bell chimes.
For these are the words of a forsaken lover,
Who whispers sad nothings as vivacity pines.
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