Hints of you were left behind, that’s all there’s left of
U.N.I.
After the stormy summers and the drunken nights,
Only hints of your stupid philosophies and dogmas
You forgot to leave behind the drama,
And you left behind traces
Pictures on your wall
They hang like trophies in the hall
Some are dark and some are light
Crooked teeth and skin so tight,
They’re part of your collection
Your smile gives away your intentions
So pretentious
Few words here and there,
Some phrases linger in the air
No feelings left to feel
No memories left to heal
No thoughts about your presence
Just hints and traces of existence
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