Another romantic split
Returning to a state, vacant windowsill
Once cluttered with picture frames
Long gone faces and muted names
Warranted self destruction
Staged a script that was written long before
But I forgot just where we were
And your part’s lacking emotion
She who stares and documents thoughts, relies on letters
To remind of a time when it called to be somewhere
Where? Just anywhere but now
It’s too easy to waste time
Contribute to life’s steady decline
Act upon spontaneous drive
And wash away what’s left behind
Time has turned its back on logical foresight
And I am deemed the old poet degraded by
Ingratitude of the public; and I am thrown to the ocean.
Artist of a generation that I bypassed
Dying candle burning both ends
I bestow upon thee punishment from God
The great day has arrived
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Lyrics submitted by Cab.