Silence
There was once a time I could look at your face,
let myself stand there, when I knew what you did
I was silent then,
And then I wasn't, not anymore
And when I opened my mouth you asked me,
"Where did that silver tongue come from?"
I told you, because it was the last time,
"It went with your loyalty."
The last time I would be silent
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