Music plays, but I can't hear the words.
I'm dead.
but nobody is here for me.
People mourn like someone died, they don't get that it was you and I.
The irony is that it's all our friends, dressed in black and talking again.
Still, there's no me, it's just a funeral, just a place to pretend that we care.
I'm not here anymore.
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