Soliloquy

Paint your nails black
And mispronounce my name
I'd lean in just to kiss you
But it'd be a crying shame
If you would tell me no
That you don't feel the same
But I'm bad at reading rooms
I'm bad at reading you

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death
Out, out, brief candle
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hours upon the stage
And then is heard no more
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury

Signifying nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Connor Tuttle
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