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I’m out of words to say
I’m out of words to say
They go unanswered
Pain spreads like a cancer
What made it turn this way
I’m out of rants to rave
It’s all just more of the sad noise
Lamenting absence of the joys
I thought we’d perpetually crave
I’m out of meaningful explanations
Cause I never seem to know the score
I’m telling you I can’t take much more
Got to end the machinations
I’m out of words to say
Tim Windisch
09 28 2025
By Tim WindischI’m out of words to say
I’m out of words to say
They go unanswered
Pain spreads like a cancer
What made it turn this way
I’m out of rants to rave
It’s all just more of the sad noise
Lamenting absence of the joys
I thought we’d perpetually crave
I’m out of meaningful explanations
Cause I never seem to know the score
I’m telling you I can’t take much more
Got to end the machinations
I’m out of words to say
Tim Windisch
09 28 2025