crusted cans
empty hands
the music plays
to empty stands
walk away
no way
out but through
the greasy stare
the lighter's flare
a dirty spoon
just lying there
walk away
no way
out but through
another day
don't have to stay
what love spilled
fades to gray
walk away
no way
out but through
the moon always rises
lunacy eyes
inward on your soul
time is flying
walk away
no way
out but through
not one more time
no sullen rhyming
lame grievance gone
bored shining
walk away
no way
out but through
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