31 stycznia 2012
Crunching Sounds
Pull the covers over my head
So I don’t have to hear what you said
Quiet now I am asleep
Under this world too deep
Off in dreamland filled with wonder
But what is that I hear? Thunder
No it is your voice that keeps on yelling
And still I don’t really care what you’re telling
Yet you shake me awake to say to me
That I am worthless and I need to see
Why do you ruin my sweet, sweet dream?
And take a notch down on my self-esteem
Does it bring you pleasure
As you take my life for your treasure
No I am not worth that much
But what I am is the bones under your feet that go crunch
Crunch…
Crunch…
Crunch…
There I go
To where I dare not know
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