The Last Whispers Of A Sad Song

There’s nothing to see

People keep moving along

You’re walking over my open grave

Don’t mind the sad face

Just grip my hand to numb the pain

You said so many things

But now you’re bored

And I’m muttering softly to myself

I’m not a bad man

I’m just misunderstood

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