I know I'm talking,
but I don’t know what about.
Maybe if I'm silent
I can hear my voice?
But no, it's lost
again, in my head with all the noise.
A chance to live
again, what would you choose?
No thanks, the
offer's nice, but I think I must refuse.
I think if I did I'd
just make more mistakes,
And I think my last
few are just more than I can take.
You say this is the
end, and I don’t disagree.
The only one that
minds is a piece of the old me.
But I don’t care
what that piece thinks, because--
'Cause for the life
of me, I can't remember who I was.
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