No offense taken, I’m immune to the sting
I told you the truth,
an unvarnished thing. I’m playing the role of the unaffected ghost After
the pyre, the fire,
the burnt-up host. You’re lounging in comfort,
a vintage display But the resonance shifted,
the memory’s astray.
Time is a solvent,
it erodes the design.
Thank heaven for that.
It’s no longer mine.
I’m perfectly cool, apathetic by choice You never followed the calls of
your own hollow voice.
The narrative’s tired, the structure is weak I see the repetition,
the predictable streak. Calm down the theater,
the walls have collapsed I’m done with the spinning,
the breath that you trapped.
I’m not wearing the mask,
unlike your showcase The artificial star,
with the porcelain face.
You claim the regret,
the performance of grief But I know the tally,
I’m beyond the belief.
The rumors are verified,
the girls have all spoken The cycle of scripts,
the pattern is broken.
Silver lining.
Le côté positif.
Still in my mind.
Toujours une partie de moi.
Thanks for the void.
Merci pour le rien.
100%
Tiguidou.
The script is shredded.
You’re still reciting it,
but I’ve left the room.