Staring out the window she sees glimpses of last night
And everyone is silent but speaking through their eyes
Walking to the bus stop where the court of judges wait
To sentence her to live her life
Like she should always be ashamed
Been around so many times it wears out what you are
Accepting sarcasm and false sincerity
As words that people mean
Rejection redefined by giving up just what they're after
Someone would tell you
If they could speak above all this laughter
Think you would learn somehow the time just isn't now
No Use For a Name "There Will Be Revenge"
yasta!
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