Murder Mystery Theater - Adults Talking Like Children

Hands reaching back to these halls
Thoughts on the edge of my head
A thousand words left unsaid

Love was a chalk on a board
Chance mistaken for romance
These days have not ended for me

The end of the day was the only thing worth waiting for
Pink tainted morning with her smile was all i hope for
Books were the coasters for all little talks in the end
Being a letdown, a screw up is all in the past

Somewhere the stories live on
From the lips of the ones that we hurt
From the ones that taught us how to see

Rules never broke our tired hands
Hate divided all the lands
Spirits took care of the rest

Adults talking like children followed by deafening silence
Jump start my mind as defiance to running away
Don't be alarmed when these days form our very essence
Fragrantly dancing sets my boat afloat and beyond

Written by:
Almas Asfirza, Bagas Gunawan

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