I look to the ceiling,
and see you name in lights,
in all the burned out bulbs,
that once had burned so bright.
It's our conclusion.
Schizophrenia, heart-attack
After one of those
you won't come back..
You'll never see it coming,
though you have your whole life,
You'll never understand what keeps you up,
at night.
I see right through them,
past all of their charades,
there's no reflection,
there's only mind games.
At night
it's our conclusion
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