when the acting is pale

death knocks at every little thought

i hide behind the shade.

free falling in my bed,

is that where you found me?

the acting is pale;

the acting is pale

free falling in my head

the window broke and i could not see;

is that where i hid?,

behind where no one could seek

let the smooth edge pills sharp blade

death knocking at every little thought

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