Play it slow man..
So much you will never seeDisappearing actsAre my specialtyLearned 2 run away from painAnd toss into the trashMemories that remainFun house mirrorReflects my smileAlways fools friendsWho don't stay 4 a whileHush my frantic heartWhen it begins 2 poundGrown fondOf having heartbreak aroundTears don't make a soundWhen they fall On our love's burial moundSo much you never knewWords U thought I ignoredIndeed got throughSeen so much My tear ductsAre sealedNever bothered 2 ask 4 an appealMy final sentence Always puntuated by a question markCrooked as the road I travelledRelying on a lonely heartThe Lions seem rather boredOr is it meRefusing 2 believeIn things I once adoredSo many times confidentlyI strode 2 the plateOnce up 2 batTook too much time 2 deliberateStrike OneTwoThreeA disappearing actIs what I've come 2 beCome one Come allLaugh at Dee the clownIgnore the echo is his heartThat still resoundsTears don't make a soundWhen they fallOn love's burial mound..that's it..one takeLet it fadeI'm out

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