No more
No more
The best of you
My finest hour
(there are) no rising days
About to come
No walk aside
No talk or chat
After a nap
No more
The dancing floor
The sex in roof
The expensive whores?
The girly fist
Will come today
No more
No more
No game station
No big binges
No tricks and lies
No more
The first kiss
The heavy sex
Your flaming lips...
Now you can see?
The stuck moment
The dance is single
Is all alone
And all the steps are
By your own
No more
No more
Those afternoons
The music tracks
The old cartoons
No shit to tell
No net news
No dreams together
(no prior reviews)
A big pause
A stop at goal
No drama things
No drunk souls
No more
No more
No dirty language
No nicknames
No laugh or smile
No rock concert
No clothing style
Is black and white
There at the ending
And you and me
No more pretending.
Nevermore.