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I Won't Sing Again
An instrument's lost
to wind resistance
in this storm
and melodies are wasted
on an audience
that cannot hear past
their own ghosts
My voice is only nice
for the first few minutes
and then it's not
and even when you listen
it's like all you hear
are my flaws
I wrote for you my heart
on pretty paper I got
from an artist's shop;
measured every beat
describing everything
you meant to me
writing out my dreams
for you and all the things
I hoped we could be
And now I'm singing it alone
bitter poison in my throat
though your house
was not a home
I still tried
to make it
glow
And now I'm singing it alone
outside where I burned
the rose you got
when you lied
and said
you'd
love
me
Forevermore
I sung into your void
and received something
crueler than the cold
Oh, I watched you
take my voice,
take that very
song...
And drown it out
to wind resistance
in this storm
and melodies are wasted
on an audience
that cannot hear past
their own ghosts
My voice is only nice
for the first few minutes
and then it's not
and even when you listen
it's like all you hear
are my flaws
I wrote for you my heart
on pretty paper I got
from an artist's shop;
measured every beat
describing everything
you meant to me
writing out my dreams
for you and all the things
I hoped we could be
And now I'm singing it alone
bitter poison in my throat
though your house
was not a home
I still tried
to make it
glow
And now I'm singing it alone
outside where I burned
the rose you got
when you lied
and said
you'd
love
me
Forevermore
I sung into your void
and received something
crueler than the cold
Oh, I watched you
take my voice,
take that very
song...
And drown it out
Published 27th Apr 2022
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