Itīs a feeling Iīve had many times before
I canīt hold the fort so donīt give me more
I struggle and sweat when Iīm wide awake
When I know Iīm fine, Iīm not used to fine
Itīs the same thing again
But it could become a problem if
We donīt deal with it now
And you blast off in another rant
Iīve not opened my mouth
Can you read my mind so easily
As the madness sets in
You must know that Iīll follow you
A sudden movement and a broken limb
The patches are there to show where Iīm hit
My fault is it now well thatīs news to me
Curled and joyless we try once again
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