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| talk too much when their gazes follow the hands on the clock, when their end of the conversation stops. when they nod and smile and twiddle their thumbs, when they look away or start to hum. when they rest their eyes and lean back in their chair, or look for split ends in their hair. when they start to drool or begin to snore, and can't even think anymore. when they're totally out of touch, that's a sign you talk too much. |
| underneath on the surface i smile, i laugh, i play. behind denial i cry, i die, i say i'm sorry for breathing, sorry for living. on the top i am happy to be alone. i like my privacy but i'm forced on my own. no choice involved, no problems solved. to the world i am perfectly fine, but underneath it all i'm losing to the battle of time. |
| vibrant the only one to put a smile on your face the clown that makes you laugh a memory time cannot erase, though plenty should pass. the one person that sticks out in the crowd, a friend that doesn't desert. a piece of the heart, where no ones allowed, a mend for every hurt. i wish to be the star you see, every night. when you look up in the sky. i want to be the brightest bright, the apple of your eye. time always well spent, vibrant. |
| pieces a smile though you felt tears, a kiss when you wanted to turn away; faith through all my fears, happiness to light my day. an encouraging word for me, when others found nothing to say; the times you disagreed, when i couldn't have my way. for those things you do, you have an endless fame. those things were piece of you, pieces that remain. |
| chances are slim i will find you the same, i will walk through that door. you will say my name, like a million times before. i will run to your hold, and all is forgiven; and all the lies told, and all evil is even. i will apologize for all, the things i have done. if i have to crawl, or if i have to run. to prove that it's possible, to light what is dim. though it's not impossible, i know the chances are slim. |
| the end i've been here, i've done this. i've seen how this starts. you end it, you leave it, you tear up my heart. i've run through this play, i've said all my lines. what else can one say, when one knows all the signs? i know this whole script, include a slight bend. for the parts you have clipped, we're back to "the end". |