Burn the script.

There’s a twist to
your words.

I’m afraid to
understand what they mean.

My hands feel cold
when they touch your soul.

You’re letting me go.

Erase me from the
credits.

I don’t want to take
the leading part.

In nothing but an onscreen
drama.

Burn the script and
speak no more.

Lies have no good ways
to hide.

Your excuses tear me
up inside.

There’s a crack in my
voice.

As I silence you with
a sigh.

I’m letting you go.

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