I never thought it could come to this,
as you sit there crying,
hanging on with your fingertips
to something that's already dead.
Now we're into a game
and it's all a bit strange. Once on a time we were sincere,
now, we're acting charades,
hiding behind cracked images
from other people's stages,
now, we're into a game,
and it's all a bit strange,
but familiar, too.
the rules never change, I know it, but do you? I've seen it all before,
and this play no longer moves me,
but the closing of a door
is never easy.
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