What can you Do when there's no one Left to talk with When the flower has frowned its life away The icicle chatters And the chatscreen matters freeze With nothing sympathetic left to say Simply pathetic's how I feel Turning wheels into whine The dining room is empty Full of ghosts whose hearts are dry And I cry For the frightful signs of freedom The potassium in my blood Silver metal baring open Dipped in water too long Not enough to live by But just enough To

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