You're no poem.
Once you open your mouth
I never like what you say
A carnation
To cover your lips

When you speak I fall away
The exceptions
Are few in between
I spend time just trying to forget
Away, away, will you fall away
Let's pretend that we never met

Keep yourself within yourself
For all that you say it never gets better
In yourself within yourself
If I was you I wouldn't talk, I'd just keep dancing
If all your moves were words
And back steps were things you've denied
You've said, that's right, your dead
I'm dumb, but not deaf and blind

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Writer(s): Inara George, Michael Peter Andrews