even when your house is full, sometimes
the only family there is in your mind

just memories
and memories are unkind

troubled thoughts then trouble sleeping
you can hear how the machine was beeping
when the tube was kinked or pressure's getting low

you can hear the doctor's voice
his well considered choice of words
a gentle argument for
silencing alarms

now my heart is going nova
and i am still, going nowhere
just lighting up a small dark room alone

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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