Surrealism of an empty-shell marriage

If it were for a noble cause,

Maybe I could langour here,

No more of the parties,

No more of the gigs,

No more vacant, void voices on my ears.

 

Alas that this was your directive,

Dispense with the hollow, unpleasant pleasantries,

NO ONE is being fooled,

NO ONE is accepting this,

And that I'm NO ONE to you doesn't mean "do as you please"

◄ Losing Control

Strange pairship ►

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