Compare Me to the Sick

Now that the stars have stopped shining, you can stop whining...

We can’t see the road anymore.

Are you more scared than you were before?

I don’t know where I am going.

I forgot the things that I was showing.

It’s all an issue with fading memory.

It’s all about forgetting the way you forgot me.

I’m seeing lines in my own eyes tonight.

My stars are gone and I bathe in fright.

They never promised I’d be alright.

I've only lost myself in this lonely night.

I can’t stop shaking

And I can’t hold my breath anymore.

Ghosts haunt this house that, in the wind, creaks.

I’m in the decaying home of the weak.

Tell me a long, painful story.

Tell me of the boy who is ill, deathly.

I hear his sickly groveling,

And from my window I can see his family shoveling.

Sure, they are verbosely mourning,

But that does not stop their shoveling.

The fires in the sky cannot be seen when we are no longer clean!

Now, tell me the difference between that boy and me!

The stars have stopped shining!

The stars have stopped shining!

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[YM23]

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