Pointlessness
No regret about what I did and what I did not do,
no feelings, no color, nothing can make it through.
Fast forward, pause, same frame of a blank and silent bone-white page,
perfect security of an empty unlocked cage.
So smear you make up on and bring the best of your fake smiles,
'cause tonight you're alone in the nearest hundred miles.
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