Our way out
It’s such a shame
We’re just frames
Holding each other up
Picture imperfect
Don’t waste your time
Especially when we’re living with our last hours
Keep it ticking
And leave me behind
Anytime now
The show will start
Applaud ourselves out of here
And a take a bow (on our way out)
Cut the ties before they strangle us
And hang off the question marks above our heads
Black is our back-drop
Our blood-stained lives, red.
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this is great such a feeling that you have been through alot and its expressed in such a way that our imagination soars and we see so much of you just in this small poem : ) its great