The Death Bed


The hidden truths, the unsaid lies
What the hell are we suppose to do?
I am closed and so are you.
I don't care, what about you?

Those tangled threads, those unpaid debts
We had all and then, none of you
No missed calls or closed letters
Take me back, oh will you?

Silence is all we have, flowers that blossom
Sings and stories and memories and words
said, unsaid. And the shinning stars
I know, don't you?

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