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Is this the final scene in our tragic play
To many curtains remain to fall
There's no reason left to stay in this play
We move backwards against the wall
Conversation's over, communication's down
The monologue is taking over

I'm still broken
I took you in with arms wide open
My colour fades to gray
There's nothing left to say
Now it's all dead

Are these the final cries of our aching souls
How come yours don't make a sound

You had me torn to pieces
You got inside my head
That I'll be here until it's over