Small - Clark, Kieran Brunt

Show me all the good lies

What you keep locked up inside

In a small afraid moment

Appetite finally waning

Come by any time

Took the last one when you looked away

Cycles of thoughts tumbling in a bitter automatic code

So right but so unkind.

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Finally it’s over

I can only offer you my condolences

The more you were asking for it

The less tragic it is

Then I know it’s over

All we’re left with are condolences

The more you were asking for it

The less tragic it is