You want me to write, anew, The words that already flew Out the little windows and doors That we kept all closed before. You ask me to sing, again, About lovers, family, and friends; Yet my lips are sealed, nowadays, And my heart's not in it, today. You want me to dance, once more, To all the tunes, we heard before; But, I hear the voices in my head-- And I have no more time to spend. "Spent" #Spent #diwa #yqbaba