This is like pulling teeth

Said the man with the gap-toothed smile

Upon decline.

So the silence seeped into

An impatient line

Of returns and exchanges

And the silence brewed

Like a storm

As they brooded over their misfortunes...



Some things you can't take

We all ___

We share a common weakness:

We're all afraid

Of a pointless existence.



Still the silence grows,

A crushed no, deafening

Still this silence you just can't speak

Much less repeat

To your lover

Or your mirror.



Cause such simple words

Can leave us crushed

As we deny that life is ___



It can't be ___

____

We're all ashamed

Of our life ___

We've been declined

We shouldn't have tried.

To fake such existence