What’s the Point?

Two unhappy faces staring at the wall She’s looking over her shoulder, as if she was expecting a call All the small talk is over – now there’s nothing left to say I’d disappear, if I could find a way Crushing boredom lingers … no thunder, only rain Going through the motions – I can’t even remember her name I’m lost in old memories, where she never can reside I can’t let her in; I should just lay down and die? What’s the point? Where is a reason why? I should play a game When I can’t find the strength…

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