been born some sharply smart
and lost it from the start
unwrap these fears at night
and pray them
you stuff yourself with crap
i know you're apt fot that
still holding blanket tight
and waiting
keep chasing little ghosts
in your head they hide most
and burn a hole right through
devour
your dolls are scattered loose
you dont have nerve to choose
and nightmares all come true
for hours
dont blame it on your folks
you stumble and you fall
but never try to stand
just crawling
seek answers deep inside
its no use to hide
you're still a gifted man
but hopeless
Tuneless
© Copyright: Евгения Игоревна Карешина, 2010
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