Shakespare! More Like Shakes Hands.

What's left to decide in between you and I? My suitcase is at the front door as I flea the scene Not hiding but moving on with my life We haven't been in love for a long time. Since the day that we locked eyes. Misery loves company In this my companion will be perfect with me. Don't look at that mirror you may see me. An anthology of melancholy for drama queens We aren't far from the same and I don't point fingers I left you in a box and lost the key This memory of me will haunt your dreams For it illuminates the room and no light shines at the bottom of the sea